February 10th and despite a cold morning, with actual frost on the windshield (a fairly rare occurance in my corner of Brittany), I can feel spring in the air. It is still a bit cold, but the sun is bright, the skies are blue, and I feel like I am behind in my gardening. All sure signs in my book. So many questions, things to decide.
Get a slide, or a roulotte for the kids? My heart leans heavily towards roulotte!
What to plant? Where?
Buy a tunnel? Oui! Where to put it?
What to do this summer? Spain? Staycation? Road trip?
It feels like endless options at the start of spring!
I alwas seem to get antsy in Spring. Since we moved fairly often in the past 6 years or so, I feel as if we should be gearing up to move again, even though nothing is on the horizon. As much as I wanted to put down roots, I feel a bit wanderlust… I find myself persuing for sale ads. Not just any for sale ads, though. Chateaux, manoirs, exceptional properties. None of which are anything we could afford, but to dream a bit…
Maman Bonne 