Hard time for plums! Snow and trees in full bloom!. My Mistress’s tarts seemcould be in jeopardy. As for me, Frimousse, I’m waiting upstairs, for the arrival of RouXy. My Master is waiting for the repairer. The boiler broke down on Friday. You are entitled to a photo of me, Frimousse, and my friend Tigri. That was a long time ago…
Yesterday morning there were the very last remains of snow at the far end of my garden. Nothing left yesterday evening. The snowless winter is over, unless April brings occasional “giboulées” – since the weather forecast doesn’t suggest snow in the near future.
Yesterday afternoon each of us had his hobby in my garden…
Everything is quiet this morning in our village. In the meantime, as my Master says, murderers murder supposedly in the name of a merciful god from a metaphysical backworld…
