At about 9:00 this morning while sipping my tea I looked out the window and it came to me...ah yes, how could I forget? It meant there's gonna be Snow!
Now as a Vermonter, and one who really froze her assets off in the last few months of Vermont life. I am used to the cold. I'm used to working in the cold. And these last weeks of working in the vineyards I have learned to layer all the warm clothes that I brought with me. Most days find me wearing leggings and my carharts, two jumpers (sweaters) -but that just makes me smile to say it, and often two hats. BUT it has been sunny. So I hardly even notice the cold. Ho ho I tell my companions what winter is really like back home.
But today things look a bit different here in the south of France. It feels just a bit more wintry. It's dark, there is no sun and the flakes that were falling gently at first have now have geared up to be some serious ground-sticking real snow. I cannot see the vineyards. I can barely see the hill across the tiny valley. Alors...où est le soleil?
|snow on rosemary blossoms|
|the ruins at the top of Roquessels|
|Olive trees catching most of the snow|