And I'm not the only one who's not too sure what season it is right now. The mauve lilac up behind the house (on the bank that borders Monsieur F's now-ripe, bone-dry, rustling-in-the-wind maize) has decided to burst into bloom, to the delight of the local butterfly population.
So much for the distant sound from my childhood of my father singing: "We'll gather lilacs in the spring again", as he accompanies himself on the upright piano in the lounge; a room only used for visitors or on special occasions such as Christmas.
I stand under the sweet smelling branches, struggling to capture clear images of the camera-shy peacock butterflies above my head as they flutter from bloom to bloom, gorging on this unexpected bounty.
I wonder whether we will be gathering this particular lilac again next spring?
Two others who dropped by whose names I don't know ...
And a touch of nostalgia ....
It's a madness of seasons on this side of the ocean too: the mid part of the rainy season was dry and the trees that normally come out at the start of the dry season started into action...so now we have them as vivid blurs of colour through the rain!
ReplyDeleteHello Helen :) I love the sound of your vivid colours through the rain. Reminds me of Brazil. :)
ReplyDeleteI love the photos....and Webster Booth was one of my father's favourites. hardly anyone I know has ever heard of him, so this a a delight as well. Thanks. Our early October weather has turned out lovely as well. This can be a fabulous time of year in France. I love it.
ReplyDeleteHello Janice, thanks for liking the photos - I must have taken about 200! I wanted to find an early recording that resonated with my early childhood and this seemed just perfect. :)
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