This is the view looking from our veggie garden towards the treed area - which I call the forest - and to the field behind. This is the first time we've seen these tulips. Last year this time, we were finishing up packing for the move, so we missed most of the spring flowers. Right now the air is perfumed with lilacs, apple blossoms, mock orange and wisteria. It's delightful. I plan to add to this by planting a honeysuckle under the bedroom window.
On Friday, we were in the nearby town of Beaumont and saw preparations for some event - maybe the brocante (antiques and used furniture and whatnots) that we forgot to go to yesterday. The local butcher had added a huge donkey statue in front of his shop. It's soft, covered in black cloth - a cloth mother? (Reminded of this by seeing a BBC show on TV about Harry Harlow and his monkey experiments) The donkey is carrying a shopping bag bearing the butcher's name, and stands beside a display of photos of people sporting these bags. I suppose anyone who is anyone must have one - or so the butcher wishes anyway!
This is the view looking from our veggie garden towards the treed area - which I call the forest - and to the field behind. This is the first time we've seen these tulips. Last year this time, we were finishing up packing for the move, so we missed most of the spring flowers. Right now the air is perfumed with lilacs, apple blossoms, mock orange and wisteria. It's delightful. I plan to add to this by planting a honeysuckle under the bedroom window.
On Friday, we were in the nearby town of Beaumont and saw preparations for some event - maybe the brocante (antiques and used furniture and whatnots) that we forgot to go to yesterday. The local butcher had added a huge donkey statue in front of his shop. It's soft, covered in black cloth - a cloth mother? (Reminded of this by seeing a BBC show on TV about Harry Harlow and his monkey experiments) The donkey is carrying a shopping bag bearing the butcher's name, and stands beside a display of photos of people sporting these bags. I suppose anyone who is anyone must have one - or so the butcher wishes anyway!
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