If you do not like the seasons do not move to France. We are experiencing a wonderful start to the autumn, so warm we are still eating lunch out on the terrace each day. Taking walks in warm dry breezes and a lucky few with pool heating are still swimming.
Temperatures are forecast to come crashing down towards the end of the week and we will be rushing to find out gloves and funny winter hats (or is that just me)
Malc and I enjoy the seasons, the colours of the trees, that nip early morning in your fingers, never boring as summer birds leave and winter birds arrive. Even the vegetables on the market change and one starts looking forward to finding those elusive parsnips / panais which used to be impossible to find 13 years ago but now the French seemed to have cottoned on to our liking of this root vegetable.
Wood is cut and stacked, oil or gas supplies checked and ordered. We are still crowing " we have not had our heating on yet" but I think that is about to change.
Remind me of my ode to the seasons when we are trapped up at Mas del Sol in the snow for a couple of days and for a few days discuss buying a 4x4, swiftly to be forgotten when the snow goes.
If we had sun all the time I could probably cope but then I would think longingly of the seasons and the wonderful anticipation one has in looking forward to the spring.
For those second homers who are leaving farewell and adieu, for the wise etrangers who are full time etrangers, soak up the seasons and enjoy your continuing French life, one can always have a holiday in the depths of winter if you feel the need.
( whilst I wax lyrical about the seasons, Malc is waxing lyrical about Middlesbrough being second in their league, having won todays game. Funny things men)
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