This week’s artist and song is Crosby Stills, Nash and Young “Our House” It marks that time of year when Lynda and I visit France. For those of you who don’t know the story here is a brief summary. Lynda lived in the Tarn et Garonne region in her twenties with her husband Mike. There they farmed goats, made cheese and raised a daughter. Sadly, Mike became ill with cancer and they returned to the UK for treatment. After Mike’s passing Lynda still kept up her connections with the area and twenty years ago bought a small house in the tiny hamlet of Bordemoulis and for the last seventeen years we have been coming every summer.
For the next few months my blog poems may take on a Gaelic edge and maybe a garlic flavour. Our arrival is always heralded by the lime tree in the garden which is in full flower at this time of year.
The Lime Tree
At the end of the garden
The lime tree had flowered
Purring like a Porsche
with the sound of a thousand bees
Clouds of poppy red butterflies
Scatter when we open the car door
The evening air is sultry
warmed by the hot tarmac of the country lane
The sun sets behind a vermilion cloud
Whilst mosquitoes scout for supper on the terrace
© Jeff Price May 2017