"This spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green, wild puffing of emerald trees, and flame-filled bushes... I am amazed at this spring, this conflagration of green fires lit on the soil of the earth, this blaze of growing..."
DH Lawrence, "The Enkindled Spring"
I've been going out for ma petite randonnée on the Rue des Jardins which looks back on Soreze from the west. Out there the greens in the late afternoon are ablaze in the last shards of sunlight.
Warm snows of wildflowers drift over the brambled ground,
the vines are fledging stone walls with tender green feathers aimed at the center of the eye,
buds of new life rouge the tips of lichen-crusted hedges.