French snake displaying gentlemanly behaviour
The distant call from Large was unusually tremulous.
“Muuuuuuum. There’s a snake.”
I admit it. I rolled my eyes.
I looked at Sabbatical Man and we both thought the same thing. It’s a stick. It’s a trick. It’s a toy. It’s a joke. Whatever it is, it is not a snake.
This is spring like I’ve never seen it.
Each morning we wake up to find another tree has burst into colour or a fresh crop of daisies or irises or roses has arrived. Just three weeks ago, when we arrived, everything was dormant.
Now, every plant rustles with life – lizards and geckos, occasional squirrels, millipedes, enormous ants, huge flat-looking lady-bug creatures.
The light here is sharp, bright and clear – something we’re used to in New Zealand but is unusual in Europe.
It is quite lovely.