I want to sing from the highest branch in my nascent cottonwood tree that I LOVE SPRINGTIME!!!
"Le ciel est par-dessus le toit/si bleu, si calme/un arbre par-dessus le toit/berce sa palme/La cloche dans le ciel qu'on voit/doucement tinte/un oiseau sur l'arbre qu'on voit/chante sa plainte..."
I want to go out, and with the help of Zyrtec and Flonase, enjoy this:
or this:
And speaking of Bordeaux, a rock star from that lovely city on the Garonne visited my school this week. Pierre, who has become sort of my French nephew (je m'appelle tatie d'Amérique--well, that's how I think of myself), raised a ruckus among the frenzied girls in my high school. And all he had to do was walk through the halls, visit a couple of classrooms, and speak with a French accent. He had no idea he would have such an effect on these youngsters. I hope he doesn't get any ideas to start a cult because he would be a very successful leader. :)
Voilà Pierre:
Très beau, non? Et extrêmement gentil et patient avec les élèves.
Bravo, Pierre. Tu es la nouvelle
vedette rock and roll, et tu ne le savais même pas!
And now I must leave soon to attend a meeting to plan for a secret anniversary party for a certain couple reaching a certain amazing achievement of 50 years together. This couple is not online (it costs too much) so I am not worried about letting the cat out of the bag, but I'm pretty sure they know what is going on because it's hard for 100 people to keep a secret like this.
So, have a lovely weekend and take time to smell the roses, or lilacs since roses haven't bloomed where I am yet. And I hope someone as awesome as Pierre makes an appearance in your life soon! If not a young Frenchman then maybe a pretty cardinal or a fragrant flower. Because as far as I'm concerned, all these beautiful things are rock stars!