…I wasn’t wandering quite as lonely as a cloud, I was meandering along, walking the dogs and enjoying the sunshine* when I came upon a carpet of these between two sections of vines.
My mother used to plant grape hyacinths in the garden, around here they grow wild in such profusion that no-one seems to really notice them. I do, even after nearly twenty years here I’m constantly surprised by the profusion and variety of wild things – both animal and vegetable that abound in the French countryside.
Suddenly after the greys of winter there’s colour around, the glorious blue of the grape hyacinths, the pink of the campions, the purple of the tiny violets that grow so abundantly across our lawn, all wild, all untrammelled, all harbingers of warmer days to come.
Vive le printemps!
*With apologies for making everyone who’s shivering under a blanket of snow feel jealous.
Victoria Corby 
What a lovely bouquet! I do wish we had more sun and slightly warmer temperatures. It’s a little depressing here in Normandy.
Beautiful and good on you for bringing it here and sharing it 🙂
I’ve been noticing white blossoms for some time now and now the pink are coming out too, think I need to escape the town and see what more there is on offer, each week everything changes so quickly!
I love seeing everything blooming in gardens too but there’s something so special about the wild flowers, a real gift from nature.
They are pretty, aren’t they? And I love the silver jug you put them in. They grow wild on our lawn. Alas, I had to mow it today, otherwise it would have been hay, so they are no more. But I did pick a few beforehand.