Poppies they are appearing on the side of the road and mingled with the spring wheat. The fields around our town look promising, I might not have to search for a field of red poppies this year. Unless the wheat goldens before the field is full.
My fingers are crossed.
Sacha has his motorcycle license. He is coming home this weekend. Do I dare ask for a ride?
Sacha asked if we could make brownies this weekend... sounds safer than what I am thinking to ask.
How can this little boy be old enough to have a motorcycle to give me a ride?
Crazy. It really does go fast. Well after the first years of sleepless nights that is.
I would rather have these chou with whipped cream then a brownie and you?
Maybe Sacha and I will make both.
Oh Provence! I love this time of year! Poppies are the beginning of the display of seasonal color.
Riding a motorcycle this time of year is the best too.
French Husband just informed me that I cannot ride with Sacha, "He needs experience first."
Well I guess I will have to ride with the handsome old man, that won't be hard to do.
I prefer experience rider.
But I will make brownies.
