Friday, May 17, 2013
Happiness is like a kiss.... you must share it to enjoy it.
A man in blue overalls reverses his white van onto the gravel in front of the church. He gets out, lights up a cigarette, unloads a variety of tools and then digs a hole in a flower border. When he's finished he carefully ropes the hole off with red and white tape , reloads his tools, then drives away. Later that afternoon Bob, Sophie and Angus wander over to admire his handiwork. The hole is all of eighteen inches deep and a foot wide. What can it be for ? Why rope it off ? Bob and Sophie make a mental note that it's alright to dig holes in the church flower beds.
The very old farmer has been pruning his garden and has managed to get himself stuck between the lavender bushes and the rain barrel. We give him a fireman's lift back onto the garden path. He steadfastly refuses to let go of the garden shears he's grasping in his left hand. For no reason in particular the very old farmer says that crows never nest in elms or beeches. Only oaks or conifers.
The excitement of life in a French village never lets up.