The clocks change.
Is there anywhere in Europe ( barring the far North ) as quiet as rural southern France on a Sunday morning ? We're out for an hour and see neither people nor cars. The fact the clocks changed last night and folks are coming to terms with getting up an hour early might have something to do with this mornings preternatural silence.
More of the weird and wonderful daffodils are sprouting in the garden. I've noticed here that things hibernate for two or three years, you think they're dead, and then they unexpectedly re-appear better than ever. These daffodils seem to have been sleeping for at least twelve years. The heavy start of year rain seems to have brought them back to life again.Sunday ephemera :
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In the second link, I love the image of a bunch of men on a remote Indonesian island, hugging and high fiving each other on finally locating a giant bee with mandibles like garden shears!
Cheers, Gail.
That daffodil is worthy of first prize at any flower show!
How tranquil your walk looks. I know what you mean about not seeing a soul on early morning walks - in the summer months we're up and out before everyone too!
We've battled through unbelievable torrential rain for the last 24 hours. Last night we watched in awe at the rain forming a waterfall to rival Niagara - just down our terrace steps! I've spent the last three hours mopping and vacuuming up the worst, fortunately not in the house. Inca hasn't been walked for two days, but there will be some wonderful new sniffs when she finally gets out!
Pretty flowers, the perfect dog, paradise on earth.
Hari OM
I do get frustrated at folk who use the word 'spicy' when they mean 'hot'. Spicy is flavoursome and fragrant. Chillies can be that, but they are known only by their heat ratios. That author likes her food hot. If the food is too dense with chili, any 'spiciness' gets lost!!! YAM xx
The photo of the daffodil looks like an artist delicately painted the petals with watercolors!
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