La Fête du Muguet

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As you may notice this a reblog from the past but relevant. Both have been active since 2011 and many posts to choose from. Thank you.

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La Fête du Muguet, La Fête du Travail, May Day in France is a public holiday to campaign for and celebrate workers’ rights. It is also an occasion to present  Muguet, lily-of-the-valley, or dog rose flowers to loved ones. Often it is just a single sprig of Muguet with a few leaves. However, some will incorporate a rose or even add several sprigs of Muguet to a much larger arrangement or plant.

How is the day celebrated: People across France give bouquets (or a single sprig) to their loved ones. In some areas, families will get up early to go into the woods to pick the flowers. Labor organizations will sell the flowers on the streets on May 1. Special regulations enable individuals and some groups to sell the flowers on May 1 without complying with retail regulations or paying a tax.

Parades and demonstrations to campaign for the rights…

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L’esprit se éveille – the spirit wakens

“Spring is nature’s way of saying ‘Let’s party!”       –  Robin Williams 

“You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep spring from coming.”   –  Pablo Neruda

“Spring has returned. The earth is like a child that knows poems.”  

–  Rainer Maria Rilke

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L’esprit se éveille – the spirit wakens

The distance between

Today – l’printemps

Now can be measured

In heartbeats

Almond blossoms

Like puffs of pink and white

Snow filling out branches

Greying clouds play tag

In azure skies

Hiding the sunlight

Like children who have stolen

Cookies from the cooling rack

Hyacinthus; rose, bleu, blanche

Mon esprit se réveille

My hunger immense

The waters of the cascade

Tumble into turquoise waters

I climb out of grey woolen

Despair and reach for the sun

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Bisous,

Léa

It’s in the air

“In small towns people scent the wind with noses of uncommon keenness.”  –  Stephen King

 

“The scent of wine, oh how much more agreeable, laughing, praying, celestial and delicious it is than that of oil!”   –  Francois Rabelais

It’s in the air

Les pins

Sentinels

Watching over

Mon village

Old enough

To know all

Our secrets

Wise enough

To keep them

Le vent

Scatters leaves

Blending

Avec lavande

Romaire et

Autre fleures de saison

Intoxicating fragrance

New wine

Unique the perfume

Permeates

Les corbières

Lingers in my

Clothing

Scents my bedding

And my dreams

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Bisous,

Léa

Skagit Valley: Tulip Festival

During a visit to my cousin who lives in Everett Washington, she took me to the Tulip Festival in the Skagit Valley. On the drive up there, I thought about the possibilities; floral arrangements, a few fields of Tulips and how lovely they would be. Perhaps a photo or two would be in order. However, I was not quite prepared for how beautiful it actually was.

From 1-30 April each year, hundreds of thousands make the journey to witness this annual celebration of spring. With a backdrop of the North Cascade you will not lack for things to do.  Besides, the photos were too pretty to waste! Thanks for indulging me.

Bisous, Léa