Thursday, March 20, 2014
Worry gives small things a big shadow.
A ceremony at the war memorial. Something to do with the end of the Algerian War. The mayor in his tricolor sash, the little lady with the Edith Piaf voice, a gaggle of retired gendarmes, a slightly flustered Madame Bay with a petulant grandchild. In the centre of this small crowd the old and very old farmers. Bob and Sophie look on from their 'secret' corner of the garden behind the laurel hedge. The old farmer is wearing a blazer, grey trousers , lumber jack hat with ear flaps and open toed sandals without socks. A model of formality.
The first of the seasons gariguette strawberries. Slightly bitter. Give them another week and they'll be perfect. Nine years away from Scotland and we're still amazed at having strawberries in March.
Bob and Sophie are given their first haircut of the year. Sophie turns on her back and falls asleep while the clippers hum. Bob squirms and complains. Brother and sister like chalk and cheese.