Flower Showers

The canicule is still on, but a sudden wind came up late in the afternoon causing the wires to dance.

Rue Vermeille, my street is the prettiest street in the village. Flowers and plants are everywhere along the narrow sidewalks that separate the houses from the street. The street itself is not much wider than an SUV.

Hanging from the roofs of the three and four story attached stucco houses are huge flowering plants, some as much as twelve feet across creating a sea of purple flowers.

Usually the wind blows down the street, but for some reason, this time it blew into my open windows carrying purple petals that swirled around my studio. They danced across my computer, settled on my table, landed on my fireplace and kitchen counter.

Two days later I am still finding petals I missed. This is NOT a complaint. The world would be better if the only attacks were by flowers.