Panier of Plenty

May Mornings

Descending the front stairs

Descending the front stairs

Morning routine, May

Morning routine, May

Canigou, view from belvédère

Canigou, view from belvédère

Walking to the gate

Walking to the gate

Early morning in the potager

Early morning in the potager

Sage flowers tthoughout May

Sage flowers throughout May

The front field, by gate

The front field, by gate

May has ‘tested the patience’ of all who live in this part of Europe,
for it has simply ‘not measured up’ to usual standards… a cold wind
continues to blow and skies are constantly altering as clouds gather
and the heavens open. Theories have been put forward to explain
the cooler than expected conditions – that the ocean currents are
responsible – and the weather charts show great battles above as warm
air from North Africa collides with cold fronts from the Arctic.
Many of these wars have been waged overhead in the Pyrénées, as the
mountains act as a natural barrier.

Nevertheless, there have been many magical mornings, as the sun
streams through the bedroom window and calls, “Rise, without delay.”
Mina appears on cue and the spectacular light that comes with these
often eerie days illumines our path… to greet snow-capped Canigou,
making out way through the dense lawn of clover and wildflowers,
to tread the chemin to the garden gate, admiring the new growth on
the way – enabled by the rains – discovering flowers that have
appeared overnight… continuing to the gate that protects the entrance
from wandering cows, crossing the road and scrambling up the rocky
bank into the field, as the morning dew rests and glistens, for the
first rays appear later… winding our way through the broom flowers,
hawthorn, wild apple trees, sloe berry bushes (prunelles) and
eglantier – wild roses – filling the air with their delicate perfume,
ever aware of what is underfoot as little flowers are yet to open…
entering the forest, Mina clearly in her element, as she scales trunks
and surveys the domain that forms part of her backyard, as we follow
the river – the banks lined with yellow flowers – as cascades tumble
with more impotence than last year.

Crossing the field, to forest

Crossing the field, to forest

Peaks of 'Les Albères'

Peaks of ‘Les Albères’

Wild roses in the field

Wild roses in the field

Tiny wild rosebud

Tiny wild rosebud

White eglantine

White eglantine

River swift for the season

River swift for the season

Garden water supply constant

Checking the dam level

Forest excursion

Excited by the excursion

Sun penetrates the forest

Sun penetrates the forest

Spring, the river bank

Reflection

As we emerge into the sunshine that floods the field, the flowers
have opened and the shadows retreated… and the handmade paper I have
been carrying becomes a press, as tiny jewels are plucked to be admired
after they have ‘passed’… the ritual continues as we reach the potting
shed… Mina seeks to bask as I water the seedlings, before returning
with the breakfast tray to sit in the pergola and watch the rays
climb over the wall, lighting each garden bed in turn as the view
transforms. Whether deep black clouds, or rainbows arching through
the skies, May has been filled with constant surprises that refuse
to reside amongst ‘previously held records’…

Edge of the forest

Edge of the forest

Fragile rock rose, ciste

Fragile rock rose, ciste

Tiny cistus in field

Tiny cistus in field

Sérapias petite langue

Sérapias petite langue

Pressing wildflowers (orchid)

Pressing wildflowers (orchid)

Entering the potager, first terrace

Entering the potager, first terrace

Climbing higher each day

Breakfast as sun reaches flowers


Click here to view the visual diary for May…

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One thought on “May Mornings

  1. Such an amazing, evocative, warm and magic sharing!! Thank you! 🙂 xx

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