|Jean-Paul mowing this morning|
Sunday morning, the sun is shining and the only sound you can hear is birdsong and .... lawn mowers! It’s like being in suburban England on a weekend. Everyone in our small French hamlet is mowing their grass this morning at the same time. Is it a national grass mowing day? What’s happened to my haven of peace and tranquility?
|Joel mowing his patch of grass|
|Monique mowing next door|