When a haze of fog grow up from the the fields in the spring...
I miss France, yes I do. And I miss the French farmers. I miss when they turn over the soil in the fields and the early spring sun grows an evanescent haze from the fresh and fragile clods. I miss it all and wish to send it to you all,
with a specal thought to you, i,
with love.
5 comments:
You have to wait 3/4 years to see the next spring there :D
Can you imagine how'd life be locked in Metro tunnels with cheese and pétanque? :D
Hey i, this is actually a reference and only you could find out for what! I give you a hint - do you remember an email that I have forwarded you for translating quite a long time ago?
I know, lynx, I know!! I thought he might read it ... :S
My translation course ;)
The same person had this idea what should be done with men there.
Otherwise its good to hear from you finally!
YEAH, I get it know :-) I completely forgot :-)
What a brilliant idea, this cheese-thing :-D
Why? Any problem with parisiens?
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