Monday, February 9, 2009

Spring Comes Shouting In.

Everywhere you looked at the market this morning, people were brandishing big bunches of stinging yellow mimosa. The source of it all was a thin bearded man who had set up a makeshift stall at the edge of the halles. Imagine an enormous vivid yellow mound of mimosa branches and a sweet, clean scent that is the essence of spring. It was impossible to resist so I didn't.  The mimosa comes from the town of Ceret, near Perpignan. Right now, in Léran, at 7:25 p.m., it's 11 degrees. Maybe winter is over.


CeliaHukins said...

Hi Angela. I've just discovered your blog having enjoyed your book Hot sun cool shadow. Is it OK if I link to it? I'm at

Angela Murrills said...

Hi Celia: Delighted if you do. Angela