A street scene in Le Grand-Pressigny. I'm still posting photos from our walk there nearly two weeks ago.
Maybe one day those little bollards will grow up to be a lamppost like their mom.
Maybe one day those little bollards will grow up to be a lamppost like their mom.
For some reason I slept until eight o'clock this morning. It's probably the combination of the overcast skies (so it feels dark) and that fact that we turned our clocks ahead last weekend. Poor Bertie must have wondered if he was going to get his breakfast this morning. Indeed, I got a stern "where the hell have you been?" meow when I went down with his food.
I'm still laughing about your "bollards" remark ! And it's a nice shot to boot.
ReplyDeletepoor bertie! our furkids depend on us to be prompt every day!
ReplyDelete"Maybe one day those little bollards will grow up to be a lamppost like their mom." Heh heh :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Walt...
ReplyDeletethe bollards really made me smile...
but I'll never be able to look at them the same way any more!!!
If any start sprouting, I'll be sure to let you know..........................................................
Good one, Walt! Now I picture "Mom" turning around to see if the little ones are still following her in a straight line.
ReplyDeleteFantastic post. Made me laugh out loud twice! And the snap is great also…love the spot of blue from the address….
ReplyDeleteHas spring arrived yet Walt?
ReplyDeleteron, it sure feels like it! I'm hoping it endures and morphs right into summer at the appropriate time. Ha!
DeleteCan't believe you had a lie-in until 8. I've been using the time change as my excuse for sleeping in until 10. The patterns, colors, and composition of the photo are wonderful. And I love your view of the bollards and lamppost. With all the rain, they should grow quickly.
ReplyDeleteLove this scene and want to know about that door to nowhere on the left!
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virginia, it sure looks that way, doesn't it! There is actually a stair in front of that door, the view of which is blocked from where I'm standing. :)
DeleteThe door is at the top of a short staircase.
DeleteIt leads to a tiny cottage which the owners of the main house use as a gîte when their grandchildren come to stay.
If you walk through the house and out of the back door you find yourself in the garden below our back hedge. In fact the only way in and out of the garden is through the little cottage! So monsieur and madame have to take all their garden tools, plants and so on through the house to work in the garden.
That's how it often is in villages in France because of how the houses were built in any available space.
Just now viewing this post and laughing like everyone else did at your comments about the baby lampposts! I really love those divided light windows - and in color, too! Those are not seen very often as they are more expensive (as you have remarked...and harder to clean) but rarely seen in colors like these terracotta ones. Is the building in the rear with the terracotta bricks part of the same building in front? If it is, a great job of matching colors. Nice photo, Walt!
ReplyDeleteWalt I'm curious about the basket of fruit in the niche by the wall.
ReplyDeleteVirginia, it's a little planter containing primroses and pansies.
DeleteThe niche is, I think, the access to the well. Most of the houses in the village still have a well, which is often shared with a neighbour.
Mains piped water arrived in the village in 1955 (or thereabouts) but many of the wells still have water in them which is used for watering the gardens. Our well is dry, sadly!
Oh thank you Jean for that slice of info....how quaint and yet handy to have a well with water that is free I presume....sorry your well is dry.
DeleteWith a well like that I would have a beautiful garden all year round.