the long-blooming hortensia [hydrangea] is the floral symbol of Brittany, and this is the first of the season with the softest of pink flush...I regret not being there when they are profusely in bloom in every hue everywhere...
along the highway to the Morbihan, golden walls of prickly gorse stretch on in a blaze of spring fever happiness...and their coconut scent mixes with the salty sea air to engulf us in an anticipatory holiday high...
in an old churchyard ancient stones gather around a late spring bouquet of tulips and pansies, as we tiptoe over the finely raked gravel towards the silent church...
heavy clusters of violet glycine [wisteria] defy gravity as they hang pendulous on stone houses and send out perfumed whiffs to already light-headed passersby...
and in one of the many hamlets we come across delicately tiny wildflowers flourish freely with a small red rose bush left to fend for itself in benign neglect against a weathered stone wall...
on an island in the Gulf of Morbihan we stumble upon this lone starburst-blossom stalk [I haven't identified it yet...anyone knows what it is??] in a shady glade under the gnarled branches of sea-watered evergreens...
I become almost adept at shooting out of a moving car whenever the sunlit floral exuberance splashes into my line of vision...and as always, I am still somewhat giddy with all these refreshing florescent rites of spring!
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