An evening sky boils

Falling asleep early evening after two glasses of Chardonnay, she raised her head to look west, grabbed a camera, rushed to the higher plain to overview the sky above the river, then cut down to the chateau by the back lanes but was too late to catch the magic.  There by the Chapel, several groups of people, obviously met in friendship, sharing relaxation and pleasure by the light and fire of a glorious setting sun.  Bird song trilled, smoke-laden smells of verdure filled the air between the stone walled maisons.  Spring arrives. She feels released from her prison. She wants it to last!  She has missed so much in her hibernation and recent illness, akin to being in a nunnery cell.  She has missed friendship and nature.

When nightingales sing pleasure

'La grippe'... as a posting title has been altered because at 15h32 on 5 march 2015 there had been 445 views on that day alone....statistics tell me a large audience in France...
Well.. it certainly took a grip! It is said that the flu vaccine would not have fought against this current virus,  so I am glad I did not have it, even though the French medical system offered it to me for the first time this year.  Such is my age! It is also said that having the 'flu' is the best vaccine against contracting any future influenza virus in the next few years. For that, I hope to be blessed.  It is not an illness to be taken lightly and anyone who says they have it when they have only a serious cold is not to be pitied.  Yesterday morning I made a few steps to the postbox but returned to the warmth of my room coughing, fit only for lying dormant again. The cough linctus didn't take long to swig but methinks it only pacifies rather than cures.
In the evening, the air  was warm so before the sparkling sun set to bed I walked in the opposite direction to town, to descend to the village with sun in my eyes.   Quite an exhausted me returned home!  It is fascinating how the body and mind insists one closes down all faculties in order to heal.  I have slept such a lot and could still sleep more.  Now two weeks and three days since this started, it is a wonder how the body and the mind begin to wish to circulate, walk, breathe fresh air, so that gradually, 'pas a pas', one returns to normal life, whatever that is!  Fortunately, as the second week progressed I was able to do cerebral activities, to keep some semblance of self-respect about my person and domesticity. To stave off the humdrum of confinement I found several YT videos of Jane Austen novels and it has been good to return to the history and culture of England.  Emma. Persuasion.  Northanger Abbey. Mansfield Park. (can't find Sense & Sensibility for free).  Pride & Prejudice 1995 BBCTV series was an epic watch in small doses. If only there were more Colin Firth / Mr Darcy characters available!  Far from being Restless I have been fairly calm, getting on with neglected tasks, lazy, yet looking AT unending chores in house and garden, knowing that in a few weeks time, cuckoos and nightingales sing pleasure and distraction for woodland walks!