Need urgent unhurried La campagne est belle, même l’hiver. Les nuées du brouillard qui estompent les vallées, le jeune orge qui pousse et propose ses champs verts brillant dans le soleil rasant de l’hiver. Les arbres sont dénudés découvrant birds; theft oscillating woodpecker, or swerving disorderly sparrows, lightning yellow goldfinch taking wing. Sometimes a large raptor does you the honor to propose its majestic trajectory.
So the pressing needs that are sometimes so annoying in consultation becomes a blessing during home visits. You are obliged to stop, stop the car, stop the engine. You obviously chose a corner with a tree generated ad hoc. And there, happy to relieve mingles with the pleasure of sight. The rustle of the liquid that falls at the foot of the tree is consistent with the Bark dog away from the farm, chickens clucking and purring of distant traffic on the road you see snake in the misty horizon. The Pyrenees are there, unchanging and ever changing in white and gray.
Then you go back in the car, restart the engine. The radio recites his litany of disasters and social problems. You take the road and the ride of your busy life everlasting.
was good!
