It is the beginning of November but still very warm

quite extraordinary and surely not the norm

the lake was cast as a vast silver pond

the light was playing on it and everything beyond

Last night in the Pyrenees it had very obviously snowed

as this morning on our walk it very clearly showed

this majestic mountain vista, will be here every day

until the snow does dissipate, sometime in early may

We saw horses graze a barren field beneath a bright blue sky

the sun was on their backs, as it was for Milou and I

only a smatter of snow atop the highest peaks

would suggest we were heading into winter weeks

Monday we are off to class, a crossword and an article from le monde

of which we have all grown very fond

Philippe is a character and Versone too

we can try and learn some bits...but the rest is up to you!

Sunday, Robert et Jerome are smartly dressed

their camouflaged trousers and shirts are neatly pressed

i was asked in french if i liked faison (or pheasant)

and at lunchtime over the fence, i was given a present

the magnificent bird was hung in the cellier

and after that i'm not going to tell-ier....

Today Milou is off for her op

we were surprised to be told it is not an overnight stop

should it be up to us to sever the ties

to decide what for her lives and what dies

conveniently she has no voice 

 therefore we will make her choice

 We travel together under grey skies

a solitary kite is mobbed  by a crow

there is a whisper and a murmur in the trees

indicating what feels like a very slight breeze

an egret takes off, mallards glide from the shore

as Milou and i carry on our tour