Yellow slides, bare vines, woolly hats, soft heads.
Blue skies, warm walls, crispy berries, pink shoes.
Golden light, silent churches, yellow birds, empty chairs.
Closed cafes, drawn shutters, quiet beaches,
Did you know that they close France in the winter? Nothing is open. At first it's kind of cool and then after a few days you just really want some lunch and to see that view from the top of the cathedral that the guidebook promises is spectacular.
The vines are bare. In September they were aching with fruit, huge purple grapes dusted in an icing sugar bloom, dripping into your hands as you passed the vines. In February there are only the bones of grapes, occasional skeletons left unburied among the endless rows. I love bare vineyards, they have a hint of the war cemetery about them, rows of graves marked by dead sticks. Except they're not. Dead, that is. They're resting, give them time and they will burst into life again.
Also, baby horses. With long, spindly legs and fluffy heads. That's all.
'Blindfold me and read out the Facebook statuses of my friends, without their names, and I will tell you which are American and which are British. Americans post links to inspirational stories and parenting blogs packed with life lessons. (British parenting blogs tend to be packed with despair and feces.) ' Ruth Whippman, America the Anxious
Hi. I'm Cara. I'm a professional photographer, mother to three year old twins (W&P) and recent newcomer to both London and gardening. Over the last five years this has been a wedding blog, a newly-wed blog, an infertility blog, a design blog, a photography blog and most recently a gardening blog. Take your pick.
(for the love of god, please don't ask me to review credit cards, cleaning supplies or breastfeeding equipment. If you have to ask why then you've clearly never read this blog. I do however like emails offering me food, clothes or holidays. I also like to hear your stories and am always willing to answer questions about fertility, endometriosis and IVF. Questions asking me how to become a successful blogger will be met with stony silence.)