From this perspective ...
high up the mountain path that leads to La Colette
(Old chapel St Pierre, where Pokemon and Libellule were Christened)
It's all white
as far as the eye can see.
From the back yard...
To the neighbour's place
Lucky we didn't need the lawn mower!
As I arrived late to the snow fields
(between working and property negociations)
I thought I would take a closer look at all this white.
And all I could find was
COLOUR
In all its contrast and splendour.
Nothing is ever as white, or black, as it seems!
(Mmm - I love the rosehip syrup my MiL makes
- looks and tastes scrumptious on FROMAGE BLANC
But we only get the syrup if we pick the rosehips OUCH!)
It seemed there were more adults on sleds than kids!!
Anyway - sledding is thirsty work so I thought it time for a little mulled wine ...
in an ORANGE cup none the less!
Mustard, mayonnaise and Ketchup
The primary colours!
From my vantage point in the café I
couldn't miss this fella sweeping his roof and
talking to his sweetheart at the same time...
Loved the aqua blue snow machine
(not that it was in use this year!)
(I think I am just about at 2nd star level but he is faster than me)
Libellule was a gold star!
And on the way back up the 4km track
to that well lived and loved old farm house at 1700m altitude,
with its rough wood floors, worn through hundreds of years of use,
and no heating system other than an old wood stove...
I realised that for every thing to be all white.
It wouldn't be the same without a bit of colour to
pepper its pristineness.
That's life!
