We have had days, upon days of rain, falling gently, yet oftentimes, heaving in cloud breaking torrents. The rivers are calling and crashing, an overflow of turbulant adolescent energy with nowhere to go and everything to see...
In the sheepbarn the lambs sniff and scratch at straw, while on the outside they smell the earth, heavy and wet, ripe and almost ready. The lambs finalyze their steps, perfect in rhythm and timed to dance their Spring Ballet. They are ready to pirouette and bounce and sway to the songs of the birds still fine tuning in perfection. We can hear them, practicing and waiting for their cue to sing their song…
The Earth’s Orchestra is almost ready and everyone is seated and waiting in place. Finally.
How beautifully written ........ we are awaiting Spring here .....last week we thought that it had arrived, with clear blue skies and warmer tempeatures but, it is freezing here again with snow flurries and very bitter winds.
ReplyDeleteNot to worry though as Spring is just around the corner ..... I know it's there, it's just teasing us !!!! XXXX
Thank you for visiting! Snow is now dropping, a giant grey quilt etched in pink has been torn open and now down feathers tumble downward, enormous flakes! Our first snowfall (hopefully last!)…winter is still the boss. :)
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ReplyDeleteI felt as if spring is coming, two evenings ago. Yet, the next morning everything was covered in snow, and it has not stopped snowing for 24 hours.
I loved your answer to Corey's question so much, I had to look you up. And I'll be back!
Thank you! I love visiting your blog too …It has now started to snow here, our first this winter. She is just not quite done yet, is she?!
DeleteThank for this beautiful post. Have a wonderful last few days of winter. I do hope that it dries out soon.
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You are very welcome! It has been snowing and raining the last couple of days, winter is still very much in power.
DeleteYou read 'Tongue in Cheek', too! I love Corey's blog! Flocons de neige here this morning. Like your sweet lambs, I'm ready for spring as well.
ReplyDeleteYour love story sounds beautiful, thank you for sharing with me. I don't hope to find love, I hope it finds me. Maybe that's the way to find true love. I'm following you now, so you know :)
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ReplyDeleteLove will find you from and when you least expect it, I promise. Just go about life and love where you are and what you do…it is this a winning combination that will throw LOVE at your feet :)
DeleteI came across your idyllic Basque farmhouse via Merisi - your journey into Spring - it is beautifully written and illustrated. I can't believe that this time last week we were bathed in sunshine, warm too, and enjoying blue, blue skies. Today it is as if the world has take a shunt backwards into January.
ReplyDeleteI have put you on my sidebar so that I can visit again.
So glad you found me! Yes, Iread Corey’s blog everyday with my coffee, by the woodstove :)
DeleteYour pictures of your corner of Southwest France are so beautiful! Obviously you and the Sheepfarmer have been busy based on all the lambs in your picture. As I recall from my grandparents, lambing was a busy time. Have a great week.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Michel, always a pleasure! We let the milking sheep out when there is some sun, but the barn where have taken the older lambs and non-productive sheep is bursting at the seams with want of Sringtime :/
DeleteSublime! Thank you for this poetic and visual post on this grey Monday morning in Canada...
ReplyDeleteOh thank you so much for taking the time to visit! It is grey here too. But oh, the hills, they are dressed in green velvet :)
ReplyDeleteWhat beautiful pictures, La Bergère. I cannot imagine the natural beauty where you live; it's not a part of France that I know at all. But there is something so hopeful about the transition from winter to spring.
ReplyDeleteYes, hope is abundant between winter and spring. That IS what makes it so perfect and painful at the same time. You must come visit this part of France someday soon. It is like dancing again, when everyone else is walking.
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