Last Wednesday I post a picture of the tree in my garden that had just started to show little buds. It looked like this.
Well, now my little tree has flowers on it! I can’t believe how many buds have opened up into lovely little pink flowers and today, just one week later, it looks like this.
The birds have started to come back and sit on the branches and sing their lovely songs. It reminds me of the scene in Mary Poppins (my favorite Disney movie with real people) when Ms. Poppins opens the window in the nursery of Jane and Michael and the little bird jumps on her finger so they can sing together. I don’t think my little birds will go for that so I won’t even try. They’d automatically fly away if I started singing to them! Believe me no one wants to hear that awful sound. So, I’m content to just watch them chatter and sing to each other.
The cats have come lurking back, as well. If only I could keep them from climbing the trees and trying to eat my little bird friends! I have a good view of them while they are prowling about so I can give them an evil eye before they pounce.
The bees and wasps have also made their way back to my garden. I am okay with bees since they make honey and all (as long as they stay on the flowers), but I absolutely hate wasps and we’ve had a few in our house.
I’ve been known to run and scream, call for Dude, and then when he comes to save me I hide behind him. Yes, I am a self-proclaimed chicken when it comes to these bugs. This spring we are getting screens so I can actually open the windows and enjoy the fresh air without those pesky creatures coming in. Screens seem to be a novel idea in France and I have no idea why. I guess the French don’t mind flying insects as much as I do.
We are able to actually move back into our living room since the temperature has gone up. I’m totally thrilled since it is my favorite room in the house and it’s been closed off for 3 months now. This is the room that gives me the wonderful view of my entire garden and gorgeous trees.
Ahh-happy is the heart during springtime in Provence.
Yesterday morning when I arrived at the house I took a look around the garden to take an assessment of what we will be doing with that area. The house has been empty for a long time and consequently the garden as well as the house, have not been taken care of. Fortunately, it rains a pretty fair amount where the house is located so the trees are thriving. It is absolutely gorgeous and I can’t wait to get it all cleaned up and put a fountain and table and chairs out there and enjoy a nice lunch or dinner.
There are only trees and weeds in the garden. Looking around I saw no flowers. Then over by the water spout I spotted a tiny bush with some little pink flowers on it. That was it. No other flowers existed in the sea of green that is the garden. I took a photo of them since they happen to be the only ones I own!
I am not a gardener. I love gardens, but I am one of those people who would gladly pay to have someone else take care of it. I will just enjoy the beauty of them every day, thank you very much. It isn’t the work of the garden that bothers me, it’s the fact that I can’t make anything grow. I just don’t have a green thumb. I know absolutely nothing about plants and flowers. They wither at the sight of me. My Christmas tree dies before Christmas, for goodness sake!
So, since this little area of flowers has managed to take care of itself for so long, I think we are gonna be best friends 🙂 I was singing “ Mary, Mary, quite contrary” for most of the day.
Towards evening time we got a lovely view of the sunset out of the kitchen window. It was the first one I had seen while in the house. Things were shaping up nicely. After all that we had been through with this house I was happy to have healthy flowers and a nice sunset!
As Dude and I started to leave for the night, I went down to the car to put our things away. In doing so I passed by my little flowers and guess what?? They were all shriveled up and dead! I couldn’t believe it! They had been here all this time minding their own business and then I came along and took a photo and they died! I swear I never touched them!
I called to Dude and told him about the flowers. I was really upset.
He came and took one look at them and said, “You’re a dork. They go to sleep and night and in the morning they will open up again, you’ll see.” Said it just like that, he did. Then he went back into the house.
I said, “Are you sure? They look dead”, in my sad voice (cuz I REALLY was worried)
He yelled back, “Yes, I’m sure. Just wait and see.”
I followed after him and cried, “I don’t believe you. I think they’re dead”.
“NO THEY’RE NOT! Will you just wait until tomorrow?! You’ll see.”
When we got to the house and opened the gate, guess what?? There they were. My cute little pink flowers looking exactly like they did yesterday morning and just like Dude had said. Boy was I relieved.
Like I said, I can’t make anything grow and I know nothing about plants or flowers. Good thing I got Dude (who is more like a dudette since he strangely knows about flowers that go to sleep at night). If he hadn’t had a clue, I would have had a sleepless night, I tell you.