tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2289380105853494014.post4949912680893450485..comments2024-03-25T04:15:17.047-04:00Comments on A Small Village in France: What are your signs of spring?A Small Village in Francehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11027509040186153991noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2289380105853494014.post-80930313491427751022010-05-06T12:52:11.515-04:002010-05-06T12:52:11.515-04:00I've been trying to remember if there are peep...I've been trying to remember if there are peepers in our part of France. They will be truly missed if not. There are however cuckoos in the hills. No one ever sees them but we hear them every evening on our walks.susan viethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13904662390642441847noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2289380105853494014.post-22904594514498434942010-05-05T14:57:55.150-04:002010-05-05T14:57:55.150-04:00The yellowing of the weeping willows, the trill of...The yellowing of the weeping willows, the trill of the red-winged blackbird, the flush of white flowers of the serviceberry, and the no-turning-back chorus of the spring peepers! As time goes by, I find the leafing out of the trees to be like a curtain closing on the views of the wonderful details of the terrain--the contours of the land, the cliffs and rocks, the interesting spaces we can only see when the leaves are down. But I still try to enjoy what nature brings every day.Mary Johttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10684911337286326100noreply@blogger.com