Jack Frost and jittering leaves
Back in France, our cosy second home, our base – homeland. And back on the countryside, the forest whoosh. Where the leaves are quaking and jittering. Without noise. Whispering freedom. It is so peaceful here. The warm december sun made the bees a present: it was their last round-trip ticket for this season. The apples are waiting on the trees, red and ripe. And Lilly is the happiest dog of the world. No leash and so much to discover, to sniff at and to muck-rake. Exciting. And right away she was falling in love with Simba, a two year old beautiful Belgian Shepherd from the neighborhood She is squeaking and crowing when she sees him. And she does not want to come in the house, even when she’s shaking like a leaf. It is raining a lot these days and Jack Frost passed by, so our rosemary plants got dressed for the winter. It looks, it smells like snow – time for winter tires and time to split some wood for the open fire…
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