Friday, February 24, 2012

Rivers of Babylon.





This morning the waitress tears Wilfs illicit half croissant into bite sized pieces and feeds them to him . She chats away to the family fellow quite unselfconciously . Angus reads the paper .

Wilf returns from the morning croissant run to find all the windows thrown wide open and music blaring out across the village green . Madame Bay has returned from her snow induced exile . Gold metallic ' Wild Child ' voiturette parked jauntily in the courtyard.

Boney M day on Radio Nostalgie. Madame Bay, hoover in front , sways down the upper corridor to the sound of Rivers of Babylon . Watching her , I can't help but feel that there must have been a time when she was quite a girl. Madame Bay doesn't speak a word of English but this doesn't stop her from singing along , lustily, with each track. Her take on Boney M's ' When a Child is Born ' particularly inventive . Wilf attempts to retreat to the quiet of the library but receives a passionate kiss before he can make good his escape.

Bees busy on the window boxes on the terrace. Scores of them buzzing round the hyacinths. I watch one of them, head down, drinking pollen for a full five minutes. It emerges drunk with joy. Sometimes you're brought up with a jolt by the simplest of things. Bye Bye Winter. Hello Spring . Wilf celebrates by falling asleep in the sun.

17 comments:

  1. Beautiful photos. Wilf and the doors, the bees of spring, they are busy in my rosemary too. Have a great day/evening Wilf and family.

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  2. Wilf is looking very handsome in the spring sunshine....and that patch of sky above the café is so achingly blue.

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  3. Thanks Angus. You brought back some wonderful memories of an oil company field trip in Haute Provence in 1999, led by two geologists from Aberdeen University. We were in the vehicle driven by the gay one, whose music collection consisted of a comprehensive collection of Boney M tapes. A combination of music, twisty roads and culinary overindulgence resulted in my first and only bout of car sickness. Happy days!

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  4. Hyacinths - happy springtime in your village to the Wilf-family - love the blog - I vividly imagine the scences - love from Southern Italy from sunsoaking doggies and owner - Susanne, Daisy, Foxiie and Kiri

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  5. Lovely pictures of that most scrumptious nose. Sending you kisses WP xxx

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  6. A lovely morning in France profonde ! Love the photos of the yacinths and the abeilles. I can't stop laughing at the idea of the passionate kiss Wilf received from Madame Bay.
    Angus, you have words for telling stories.
    I wish you and Lady Font, a peaceful Friday, please give Wilfee boy, another passionate kiss from a Brittany lady.

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  7. It definitely sounds like Spring has arrived in France! What beautiful images! Well, except for Madame Bay and her wild singing and dancing, that's a bit giggle inducing.

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  8. I have a little spot in my little garden where all houseplants are buried when they die - an inevitability here I'm afraid. My neice gave me a beautiful pink hyacinth last spring and after the usual four or five weeks of splendor, I buried it alongside the Easter lilies, etc. Yesterday, while it is still winter, and this is still Canada, I was fortunate enough to spend the day outside in the most unusual of spring-like temperatures and sunshine, and lo.. little pink buds were raising their heads in the garden cemetary...I'm astonished.

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  9. I just came from Tales and Tails blog and think you post, especially the part about the bee, sounds just like the poem they posted today. We should stop and see the little things around us more often. Thanks for sharing your world.

    Cindy

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  10. No real winter here this year. A fact that seriously displeases Edward.
    A Spring thunderstorm outside the window right now.

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  11. i just love it when you describe your world!
    a glorious ode to spring today ...
    beautiful. simple. happy. loud. and tasty.
    have a wonderful weekend in the france profonde!
    i love you dearest three,
    special nose kiss from me too. he'll know.
    tammy j

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  12. The image of the waitress feeding Wilf and the bees enjoying the hyacinths are both priceless - time taken and enjoyed. Welcome, spring!

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  13. We still have at least 2 more months of winter before spring decides to visit the middle of Canada. You'd think that it would be different, but oh no, we are bracing for a winter storm coming our way at the weekend. Wilf looks positively handsome in the pics!! What a boy!! Keep on going Wilf!

    With love from your winter weary Canadian pals,
    Dianna along with Tor, Willow and Tucker

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  14. Spring seems to bring out the child in everyone....hope it doesn't relapse into winter.

    XXXOOO Daisy, Bella & Roxy

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  15. Blue my favorite flower color. I once attempted to create an all blue garden. Eleven years later I am still trying. I just hope my new blues have made it though the harsh winter here in Alaska.
    Oh how I would love to meet this Madame Bay!! I long for you to take an illicit digital. Nan

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  16. Mme Bay quite a girl...yes, I think you're right. But then, wasn't there a time when we all were quite something ? Wilf's expression in the seconds photo is hilarious!, In the third, we see him leaving the house. Was it the music , the passionate kiss or both that drove him out?
    Your blue hyacinths are beautiful!

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