Romy, a bike ride and the vineyards

I took Romy for a bike ride to pick some of the wild poppies growing everywhere. We brought her Easter basket and she was delighted to 'papote' while riding in the front seat on the bike. She babbled about Marguerite and Colette and the new tree house papa was building for them, about the cats, the beach and the flowers. Singing out "coquelicots" all along the path, as if calling them into her basket. We stopped to examine the new growth in the vineyards that surround our house. New leaves fleshing out brilliant and green. I've loved being here through each season - witnessing how the fields shift and change.