The story of our family of five six that has been uprooted from a city on the plains of Canada and find ourselves in a village in the French Alpes.

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Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Sprung




It has been a really nice last week or so here. Tonight when we were driving home from church it was still 19 degrees at 8:00pm.  The daffodils are probably getting close to being done, and the magnolia tree in the yard is in full bloom (it isn't quite as nice as last year as it was tricked into budding during a warm spell in the middle of winter)  It's definitely spring time in the Alpes







The tulips came up this week - well, down in the city they did. Due to the elevation difference everything up by us is about a week behind.

Matea had picked so many daffodils, and taken bouquets to pretty much everyone she knew, so she starteed making soup with them.






Down in the park there are thousands of them that poke up in the middle of the grass. You can't tell they are there all winter, then all of a sudden there is this huge band 2m across - that runs all along the side of the park.  Then in a few more weeks, when they are done, they just get mowed down when the grass is cut - not to be seen again until their appearance next spring.

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