Sometimes I'm a right moany old crow. One of the things I frequently moan about is that there is no green here. I miss the green of England. When we were in Blighty and roaming around the Cotswolds I was frequently heard to exclaim, "Look at the green." I love green. But look at this.
Green. Beaucoup de green. What is more, a lot of that green is vineyards. Vineyards which turn gorgeous shades of red, brown and orange in the autumn and then yield delicious cheap wine. So this post is a little reminder to myself to open my eyes occasionally and appreciate what I have.
We had a lovely afternoon out walking, catching our first glimpse of sunshine over our long weekend.
Matilda said some things that made me smile.
Fanf: Stop. Listen. What can you hear?
Matilda: I need go home because I'm tired and I need do a poo. (Ah, we've all been there.)
And Fanf took a photo of a padlocked gate which made him smile.
If you're thinking "Blimey, who does she think she is, Lord Snowdon?!", make the most of it. The camera had a fatal accident and has departed this world. So for those of you who only check in here to see the mini-beasts, avert your eyes now. It's words, words, words from here on in.