The Master of Rouxy brought the Christmas tree, a fir tree from his forest a few hours before some snow fell. The Mistress of Frimousse hastened to decorate it, of course. It is the third tree, and the third Christmas, without Frimousse and Rouxy… There is snow this morning, but not even an inch and only where it could stand. The weather doesn’t predict cold, so…
For a few weeks I have been giving sunflower seeds to birds. Frimousse ate a lot of them so I owe them that! They are mainly tits, some finches and rare sparrows. For a few days a nuthatch and a bullfinch and yesterday a great spotted woodpecker.
St-Joseph’s Day is March 19th.
RouXy’s Master explains: “Joseph was a carpenter. He would plane boards. Joseph being up there, in Heaven, shaving of wood [copeaux in French] would fall on Earth, the shape of big flakes of snow. Genuine Savoyards say les écappons – dialect for copeaux.”
The French word for écappons is giboulées. But if you look up giboulées in a dictionary, or on Wikipedia, you’ll find different descriptions of giboulées, with hail, rain, sleet, thunder… It depends on the regions.
It snowed last night. Frimousse would have loved it! The snow will melt soon. But we can expect other snow showers.
I didn’t intend to write an article about Saint-Joseph’s Day nor Écappons today, but since Poupette mentions it!