My windows are open.
The wood stoves are cold, dark, and untended, no longer the focus of the house.
The grime and grease from Porridge's nose is translucent on the glass of the front door, waiting for a squirt of cleaner (the door, not her nose...).
My washing machine is full of agitating clothes soon ready to hang outside for the first time this year.
Yes, the long grey Breton Winter may finally have run its course.
Mysweet has at last finished making cupboards and shelves in the hallway, and the carpet of wood dust and dog hair can be cleared. I can put things away...
Lucy and little Mol will be round soon and we will be off for a frolic amongst the green shoots.
After a long busy last week, I am full of joy.
I hear a distant rattle of farm machinery and look out of the window.
Ah yes, there is a tractor pulling an enormous tank of pungent pig manure, ready to scent my washing with its delicate perfume.
Business as usual then!
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What a wonderful picture you've painted here. I wish I could step through the screen and join you.
oh I so wish you could too!
One day... we will meet
That's a sudden spring. Here, in this maritime climate, spring is a long, drawn out business. It lasts from February to June and is very watery. Some days it only rains part of the day. Those are good days.
Still, I love spring, even though I envy you the brilliance.
I am giggling, sitting here reading your post! My washer is thumping away, the stove is out, there is ash and wood dust throughout the house, dog-nose smudges on windows, Labrador hair stuck at unimaginable heights, Dalmation hair under every stick of furniture. The windows are open, birds riotous, a warm breeze moving the bamboo. It's spring today, in N.Calif!
Lovely not to need the furnace, if only for a few days at a time yet.
Every eden has it's odors.
20th C I don't expect it will last for more than a day or so...
Swallowtail- Now that you remind me, the birds were singing and the breeze blowing in our bamboo hedge as well.
Zhoen what a wonderful word is furnace. It conjures up an image of something far more powerful than our two bad tempered little stoves.
You're giving me hope for our return at the end of March Rosie! My brief crush on the filthy woodstove has turned into dislike. Greetings from grey Scotland
Amy, don't get too excited...deep frost this morning, and the wood stove is being fussed over once more...
80 degrees yesterday here in L.A. Having spent 75% of my life on the U.S. East coast or in France, I sadly cannot ever go back to a place that serves up winter.
Suzie, how would you feel about subletting?
I was really enjoying your post and could almost see and feel the Spring, until you mentioned the pig manure, then I could really smell it haha. Raised in the countryside I know that smell only too well.
I do hope the washing survived and came in smelling fresh.
much love
Lia
xx
Aaahhhh - such a lovely picture you paint. I am happy that you have had such a good week :)
I know from experience, there is nothing quite like the smell of pig manure...
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