The writer has a leisurely brunch with Michele et Le Monde
then goes outside to see the village bathed in snow melt.
Hey! There is someone tromping around where I planted wild flowers in the field last spring...
...and he's not too sure about me either.
Needed to stretch my legs, so I took the long loop out Route de Puylaurens.
Hope you had a peaceful weekend too!
x0x0,
N2
