For the past six months or so this one has only wanted to leave the house in a dress, definitely without a coat covering it up, just the joli dress and finally she can. And finally I can walk somewhere with her without an old lady tutting across the street at me, wagging her finger and telling me that the poor little girl is cold. I don't want to conjure up the stereotype that french children are better behaved but what I have definitely observed is that no other children in the village are as underdressed as Little I in all weathers; fake satin pink shiny princess dress in a storm and naked as soon as the sun breaks through a cloud. Wild Little I.
A rare, renovated corner of our home, a little sacntuary away from unplastered walls, the camp stove and drafty windows.... Even Little I is taking some time out there, reading a book, upside down.
Spring is really here! It's that lovely in between time of morning waterprooves and afternoon ice lollies, of fresh starts and swallow filled evenings, of life bursting forth amid window sills of seedlings and greening hillside. Thank you sun, you are so welcome!
A queen and her artichoke.