The Cowslip Primrose is in Bloom.

“In A Cowslip Bell I Lie”.
William Shakespeare – Tempest.

I felt very nostalgic upon seeing these gorgeous little cowslip flowers a few days ago. It reminded me of my childhood in Yorkshire, England. When the pastures and meadows were full of cowslips in the spring time.

The Cowslip Primrose is a herbaceous perennial plant from the Primrose family and can be found throughout Europe and Asia. The name could be derived from Ancient English for cow dug due to the flower being found in cow pastures. Or it could just be a name for boggy ground.

It was mentioned by Pliny the Elder for its lovely early flowering, at that time it was used as a ritual plant.

The cowslip leaves can be used as a salad or the flower for flavouring wine and vinegars.

Very rarely seen in England now.
 

Here in the Perigord the flower can be found in the woodland area’s or wet meadows.
A gorgeous little wild flower.
 
 

Easter Events:-

Sarlat, Giant Easter Egg Hunt in the medieval quarter over the Easter weekend.

Jardine de Marqueyssac, Easter Egg Hunt Easter Sunday and Monday in the afternoons.

 
 

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Fête du Printemps

You do not need to wait until May to see the flowers in bloom.

From the moment that March begins signs of Spring are all around. From lighter mornings and evenings, to the multitude of gorgeous flowers, plants and trees emergeing into bloom as soon as the sun begins to shine.

Our Spring delight is of course the Daglan Flower Festival. Which this morning was brimming with vivid colours and intriguingly inviting perfumes of new blooms.
 

Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet,
but the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat.

From a song written in the 1930s by Will Holt.

This one on sale today was magnificent.

I love lemons:- Reminders of Lemoncello which we drank for the first time on a very hot day in Sorrento, gorgeous. Lemon flavoured cakes, puddings, main courses the list is endless.
 

Every flower that you could possibly think of was for sale today, plus exotic trees and shrubs, herbs and honey.
 

Hush, you can hear it?
The rustling in the grass.
Bringing you the welcome news that Winter’s day is long past.
Soft, can you feel it?
The warm caressing breeze,
Telling you that the buds are bursting from on the trees.
Look, can you see them?
The primrose, daffodil and rose.
Now you must believe it, Spring is here again.

It Must Be Spring by May Fenn 2014.
 

From Exotic trees and shrubs…

… to gorgeous perfumed roses – and everything in between.
 

All of the proceeds from this cakes, biscuits and drinks stall go to the local schools of Daglan, Castlenaud, and St Cyprian.
 

There was also potpourri mineral, packets of seeds, ornaments, garden equipment, pots and in the Ancien Presbytere, talks and information on orchids and bee keeping.

Not forgetting books for sale in the Salle de Fetes were you could also buy hot or cold drinks.
 
 

Event:-

Terre Sauvage.

Unfortunately Christine cannot write a blog this week due to swelling around her eyes so this one comes from Paul. Chris has seen two doctors and had x-rays to eliminate alleges and sinus problems, she will be seeing an eye specialist next week. So we are keeping fingers crossed that normal service can be will soon be resumed and all will be well before the Daglan Spring Flower Festival and Sarlat Chocolate Festival in 2 weeks time.

Yesterday we popped into Belves, on our return we stopped for a few moments to admire the amazing sculptures at Terre Sauvage in Vaurez.

Their recycled creations are made entirely by hand from recycled metal drums, car body and refrigerator panels.

Elephants, giraffes, rhinos, boar, horses, birds and more can be found in the garden of Laurent Picherit. Here are a few examples of his wonderful work.

A Stag
 

A Peacock
 

The menagerie including a galloping turkey and a prancing horse.
 
 

News

The 8 à Huit in Daglan will be closed 9th and 10th March
 

Events


 
 

Spring is in the air.

Spring is here,
in the air,
you can smell it coming
on the breeze.

It seems a little early but we have seen good signs that spring is just around the corner. It has been a strange February with below freezing temperatures when I get up in the mornings to feed the stray cats (have four now). However, during the course of the morning the temperature rises to 19 or 20C. So a thick sweater is wise in the morning and a light top in the afternoon. It is great getting outside to enjoy the scenery once more.

The first sign of Spring for us is always when the flower lady arrives back in Daglan for the Sunday market,


 

with her gorgeous array of colours.


 
Daffodowndilly by A.A Milne

She wore her yellow sun-bonnet,
She wore her greenest gown;
She turned to the south wind,
and curtsied up and down.
She turned to the sunlight and shook her yellow head,
and whispered to her neighbour:
“Winter is dead”.
 

Still quite deep and very fast flowing, the River Ceou so sparkling clean for wild life.


 

A gorgeous display of spring flowers in our neighbours garden.


 

Coccus, with their heads turned towards the sun


 

New for spring. Book selves have been placed into the old bus shelter. So that now we have two book exchanges. The other book swap is next to the Marie.


 
 

Events :
My favourite Festival in Sarlat will be held on 16th and 17th March.

Visit this marvelous event to watch and sample the Master Chocolatiers creations.


 
 

The Season Of Mist And Mellow Horses!

Since we moved to live in France we notice the seasons far more than we did in England. We used to live in a fairly large coastal town with little in the way of nature.

Here in Daglan nature is all around us and once again the seasonal changes in and around the village are magnificent. Autumn is here in full and colourful glory and with it come the mist’s of October mornings.

Taken from the graveyard overlooking Daglan as the mist rises to greet the sun over the forest.
 
Golden trees at the rear of the graveyard are just stunning.
 

These deep reds were photographed as Paul and I walked along the lane towards the river Ceou at the side of the Château.
 

The forest in all its glory.
 

I could not believe my eyes, crocuses in bloom!
 

I Just had to stop for a chat.
 

Or two. So gentle and relaxed, magnificent horses. Just what I needed to ease a stressful day.
 

The Château grounds as the sun slowly penetrates through the trees early yesterday morning.
 
 

Event:-Sarlat 21st October, Grande Brocante d’automne. Place de la Grande Rigaudie from eight in the morning.