Snowdrop cushions and snowdrop thieves

February was cold. Too cold. The winter seemed to be endless. In the middle of the month the snowdrops started to grow. And daylight was “growing” as well. Me and the dogs had some very nice walks and visited our neighbours. I don’t think the cats of Mr C. like us much though. When we meet them, we always meow or wag our tails. But they sit in the bocage and hiss at us.

Snowdrops are a good seat. According to Phex the butt of a dog smells better if it sits on snowdrops frequently. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Snowdrops (aka dog cushions) in Villeret in February. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

While Phex is enthusiastic, Rudi is rather a sceptic scientist and examines the snowdrops. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

He doesn’t seem to be content with the little flowers. He looks a bit grim. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

At the end of February a car stopped at our property. A man opened the trunk, took something out, went back to the trunk, to the bocage (wallhedge), to the trunk.. We had just visited someone in the village and were on our way back. When I saw this man, I thought he was putting garbage at the road, bulky waste or something like that. People do that sometimes. We hurried. When we reached the car I greeted the man and he stopped to do what he was doing.. digging out “our” snowdrops. Phex immediately showed him, what to do with snowdrops and sat down on them. I allowed the man to dig some flowers, that was kind of difficult though. Phex was sitting on them. It turned out that the man was the son of someone who once lived on the pasturage in what is now the sheep barn. But I must have scared the man somehow. He suddenly told me his wife waits for him and off he went. I swear, I didn’t do anything. I’m rather harmless, but I look like a valkyrie and that scares little French men sometimes.

And the wild birds were dining ivy fruits on the pasturage (poisonous to humans). Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Bach and Schlafmütz have something going on and I don’t want to know what kind of relationship they got. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

She’s a dangerous cat. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Young Salix catkins on the pasturage. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

6 thoughts on “Snowdrop cushions and snowdrop thieves

  1. So now I’m in tears that we couldn’t make it today. However it wouldn’t have looked this beautiful and we all would have froze to death outside. I’ll make it back in the summer for sure!

    • At first I wanted to make a combined post, the plant photos and the the return of the blizzard. You wouldn’t have cried then. ^^ I’ll post the snow photos tomorrow. We wouldn’t have been able to drive around today, the streets were much too dangerous.

  2. The now you will have received sounds horrid. Roads treacherous and not much fun for exploring the snowdrops. They do say that might be it for the winter though😉

  3. That was meant to be the ‘snow’!

    • Yes, I don’t want to drive. Nobody is driving actually. But tomorrow I’ll have to drive to town, I’m nearly out of everything. Cooking oatmeal with oil for the wild birds! They have trained me well. They’ve been picking at the livingroom window when the birdseeds-bag was empty. It was unbearable, sounded so human. And the cats – who refuse to go out in the snow- went crazy. This afternoon the vet may come for a sheep, if they can reach us.

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