Tuesday, 27 March 2012

One cuckoo doesn't make a - erm - spring (but then again it just might)

Last weekend, at St Girons market, we bought some of these:















and a great big bunch of this:















Then we made the first batch of this for your breakfasts this year:
















and heard the first one of these:
















and admired the new carpet in the garden:
















and got up early to hear the dawn chorus

and had our first apéro outside

and got sunburned digging the potager (the thermometer was reading 39 degrees in the sun :-D).

Spring comes early here in the lush green foothills of our part of the Ariège. Wish you were here? Well, you could be, in 6 days, 5 hours and 13 minutes. (Actually you couldn't because we're reserved until the beginning of May. But May is wonderful too!).

2 comments:

Sharon said...

You're such a temptress!

Kalba Meadows said...

Oh. You noticed :-))