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Spring with a question mark about sums it up. The long, cold and extraordinarily  wet winter has become a very wet spring. On odd days it suddenly feels like midsummer with temperatures in the 30s, but we are soon plunged back into the grey and damp, apparently while the UK has record high temperatures……..the irony!

It’s not all bad. Everywhere is a lush green and nature is still doing its stuff. Dandelions turn the some fields  turn yellow then white, others are white with daisies. The hedgerows are full of birds and flowers.

On balance I think I’ll stick with it!



The weather in May here usually seems designed to enable us to make the most of the ridiculous number of  bank holidays (4 this year, a mere 2 next year!) but this year despite having had barbecues in April, May has hardly been full of opportunities for al fresco dining. What’s more it has been even more capricious than usual. Given where we are, at the crossroads of  several geographical features and weather fronts, we are pretty used to sudden variations, but this month has been spectacular that way: the most extreme being a daytime high of 32 turning into a night time low 24 hours later of 4!

Despite, or maybe because of, that I have never seen such an incredible display of spring blossom or so much noise from baby birds, nature seems to have really thrived on the mild winter and changeable spring climate. The eves of every house have swallows nests, the trees droop under the weight of acacia flowers, the night is alive with the sound of baby owls. May is often a lovely month here and in the UK. but this year has been really special, now if only the rain would stop so I could go out and enjoy it!

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Seasons and Seasonality

Whilst these days the march of globalisation does affect us here in our quite corner of France; we can relatively easily eat a “Macdo” (although still not a KFC!), we can go to a Vietnamese restaurant although not  an Indian one, we can buy acceptable tea, although not suet and fresh milk, not just the preferred option of most French people UHT (loved for its practicality they tell me). Life here is much more in tune with the seasons than it was in the UK, at least where we livid.

This struck me particularly the other day when I found French strawberries on the market, whilst still very early in the season, I brought them home and my 13 year old son ( and 13 year olds are not generally renowned for their awareness of what’s going on in the world outside the internet.) “strawberries! already!” When we lived in England, whilst still keen for the English strawberry season, we were still happy to have them most of the year. Of course things have changed there now too I know and many people try to eat seasonally. The difference here I suppose is that it’s not new, it’s stayed part of life; mushroom hunting, gathering and drying walnuts, and making blackberry jam in autumn: gathering dandelion leaves and “wild asparagus”(rapountchou) in spring are so much part of life that it is assumed you will be doing it “have you gathered your walnuts yet?”

The rules of the seasons and the associated weather are a large part of life. Nearly everyone has a “potager” and plant according to rules associated with both the traditional and lunar calenders (plus a whole range of dictums). There is even much discussion each year about when to switch the heating on and off. In early autumn the houses are often cool as everyone waits for the exact moment to start the heating.


Spring is Sprung


It’s wonderful how as the days start to warm up people seem to come out of hibernation. In the winter the doors and shutters firmly closed against the wind coming down from the snow covered mountains of the Cantal and the plains of the Aubrac, there are lot of “voisins” that you barely see. But as the evenings  grow lighter and the days warmer the village opens its doors again and suddenly little groups of people chat gather on the doorsteps. This afternoon a neighbour came to my door announcing the end of winter and that she had come for a catchup.

On the paths that surround the village you can meet people all year round, but often in winter they are hardened “randonneurs” with no time for a chat, now it seems like half the village is out strolling, cycling, horse-riding on the paths and everyone has time for a chat.P1000879 P1000837 P1000841 P1000844