Marietta's rose primières
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rose première in the front yard
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Good morning Civry; it's April 10.
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The noble plum tree
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The noble Camry
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Our horse friends down the street
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Forsythia in Daniel's yard
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The long, winding road into the valley
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The daffodils on the long, winding road
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Hathorn, wall, moss
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Further along the long, winding road into the valley
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A prune tree all aflower (from the LWR)
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Yellow flowers in the valley
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Yellow flowers in the valley
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Looking up to our neighborhood from the road below (LWR)
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Noble poplars, looking northwest toward the lake
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At the fork, the road climbs up
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"Pisenlit" or "dent-au-lion" [dandelion]
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barb wire keeps the ponies or the cows from escaping
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Ah! The ancient mossy wall
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Ah! The ancient mossy wall again
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Cute, yellow wild flowers. [Ask Marietta for their name.]
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Little, violet wild flowers--charming
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Two ponies at rest
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Our house from the path below. You can't see this when the trees are full.
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This was Once a thoroughfare for cows, sheep, and cowherds who made their way twice each day to the drinking trough (abreuvoir).
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Bob like's wild flowers
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Our house from the path below
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The cave where Bernard, our neighbor, used to play
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The former home of the village priest; now the home of our friends Monique, Vlady, and Alain
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The Grande Rue of Civry. Watch out for the tractors.
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An old distilling wagon that used to make the rounds from village to village when fruit mash was ready for making all sorts of liqueur.
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Now there's a wood stack.
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At the head of the village, the trees that were probably planted during the French Revolution as symbols of liberty have had a haircut. Pollarding is widely practiced in France and supposedly extends the life of trees. The linden trees bear witness to the practice.
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Stark. Civry's great linden trees after pollarding.
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Sometime after the Revolution, probably in the 1820s, a mission cross was planted among the liberty trees to represent the return of the Church. In fact, only one of the great linden trees was probably the original liberty tree. Others were added somewhat later.
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Sometime after the Revolution, probably in the 1820s, a mission cross was planted among the liberty trees to represent the return of the Church. In fact, only one of the great linden trees was probably the original liberty tree. Others were added somewhat later.
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From the head to the village and the pollarded linden trees, we take the road east to the other side of the village.
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Sheep grazing. They belong to the mayor.
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Hathorn flowers on the road east.
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On the road east to "our" side of the village.
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Sheep lounging
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Quiz: where is this?
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Ah, the wild flowers.
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Still heading east.
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Lingering
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The light at the end of the road.
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Dazed by a daisy
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The road home leading north.
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Look west to the other side of the village, on the road home
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Hedgerows, oh! those hedgerows.
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Heading north, heading home.
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Are those the gates of Eden I see?
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Why, yes!
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At the "mairie" (mayor's office), signs of a coming presidential election.
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Marcel Lucotte, our mayor, delivers a load of soil for our terrace.
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For Bob, five wheel-barrow loads in the morning, five in the evening.
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Four days later
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Even the dandelions look good
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In the front of the house, our vine and posies (MEC design)
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Neighborhood entertainers taking it easy
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Afternoon raking light
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Rose première
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The blooming prune trees have reached their peak
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