Spring

Todas was a perfect spring day. The sky was a perfect blue - it still is at 8 pm - and the flowers scattered the fields beautifully. A day like this made working a lot more tolerable, although the task was again reattaching the vines. My fingers this morning were pretty swollen and I have a big blister with pus; luckily Thomas found an ingenious way of wiring the branches using a long piece of metal to turn the attachments and give our fingers a rest. I'm probably not making luch sense in my explanations - for this I apologise.
The cow arrived last night at 1 am, I didn't see her til today (I normally go to bed at around 10.30... yes, I know). She's brown and quite small, apparently it's one of the smallest types of cow. She's still freaking out as to what's going on so you can't get all that close to her.
We had lunch outside (cold chickpeas again, so salad for me) and I went for a walk this sfternoon to the nearby town of Caunes Minervois, took me 3 to get there and come back. It was a nice walk, lots of vineyards and almond/cherry trees in full bloom. The town didn't have much of interest, aside from an abbey, but you had to pay 4.50 to get in and I was saving my money for something yummy at the Boulangerie. A man saw me taking photos ans started talking to me about all the photos he had, the famous people he knew, the pets that had died on him, his life in Paris, his friend's Ferrari etc. He was nice but it was like he came out of nowhere; I said I was in a hurry to visit the abbey and left him. He gave me his contact details in cqse I ever wanted to visit him and his family in his house in the mountains.
So I think me and Thoma are cooking dinner again tonight, Marie isn't in. I think we're making bolognese. And Martin and Joseph (2 of the sons) are coming back tonight to spend the weekend here.
Let the weekend commence.