mardi 15 juillet 2008

Country Walks















As someone who grew-up in Manila where jeepneys and tricycles willingly stop two meters from your door at your convenience, I've never been someone big on walking. But taking walks is just one habit you necessarily pick up when you travel. Here in France they call it faire une promenade, which in my native tagalog would mean, mamasyal. When we visit Thierry's folks who live in the Champagne region, that's what we do, we take walks.















It's easy to see why folks here love this outdoor past-time. They certainly have the landscape for it. This is a field of colza, flowers that produce the oil that is widely used in french cuisine.















Being new in this country, what I find truly striking and amazing is its constantly changing natural landscape. In late spring, you see fields of vibrant yellow interrupting the lush green. Visit again a few weeks later and the yellow flowers are gone. Everywhere around you other colors catch your eye.

I try to remember to bring a camera every time we go out for a walk. It seems I want to take a picture of every new little flower I find. Last time, Thierry couldn't help but finally say, don't you have enough pictures of flowers? I was stopping every few minutes and sometimes peering into other people's yard. I have no shame, I'm just one of those corny girls who love flowers.















If it's not that, then it's the fruit that I look forward to during these walks. Yes, if you go at the right time, you just might find yourself munching cherries and raspberries from trees and shrubs just growing by the roadside. Thierry will readily reach out and pick until his hands couldn't contain anymore. A little wipe with a tissue and we would pop these sweet juicy nature's candy into our mouths and continue on walking. That does sound commonplace to you? Certainly not to me who's seen fruit like these only come from jars and swimming in syrup!















In the coming weeks and months, there will be blackberries, blueberries, hazelnuts, walnuts, apples... waiting. Like Thierry says, the countryside is a veritable green grocer for free.
















Sometimes it starts to get dark by the time we turn for home.

5 commentaires:

jong a dit…

oh man, we pay an arm and leg for those cherries....and the flowers, the flowers, the flowers are lovely. am so glad that you are starting to write - I can't wait for more

*janet* a dit…

taking walks! riding bikes! eating cherries fresh picked from the roadside! you are turning into quite the country-girl!!! :)
glad to see you're enjoying yourself and the photos are lovely! I'm just the same with stopping to take photos of every flower along the walk ;-) hehehe

Unknown a dit…

is this really you cathy.... well, at least you are enjoying the moments... as what the singer sings... best things in life are free. Hae fun. Cheers!

cathy a dit…

thank u guys for your comments! im happy to share these experiences and images with u. hope u will come visit again soon. :-)

Bebert a dit…

J'ai mes souvenirs fondest du sud de la France... DANS MES RÊVES! Waaaahhh! À propos, vous gotta aimez Rio de Janeiro. Les G-ficelles pour les filles ET les garçons! Hahahaha!