...that it would rain, doo doo doo doo. Planting the vegetables in the garden, and planting annuals in the window boxes, I just can't get this song out of my head. The words don't apply exactly, but the refrain sure does express a prevailing sentiment around Saint-Aignan.
Day before yesterday, in the evening, we saw a big dark cloud in the western sky. I took a picture of it. But it just blew on by and we didn't get a drop of moisture out of it. Yesterday we didn't even have a serious cloud.
How long can this dry spell go on? Will there be hell to pay this summer? Or in a month or two will we be saying, mimicking Louis XIV : « Après mai, le déluge ! » ?