The gravel road through the vineyard is still closed. The village authorities are putting down new gravel to repair potholes (nids de poule or "hen's nests" as they are called) and ruts caused by all the rains of the past six months.
The road is closed to cars, trucks, and tractors, but not to pedestrians. It's kind of funny that the sign says the road is closed off à 00 m — not a hundred meters or a thousand meters farther on, but starting right here. Such a sign doesn't prevent us from walking out there with Callie.
If you look closely and squint a little, you might notice that it was snowing in all these photos that I took yesterday afternoon. We were having giboulées de neige as big puffy but dark clouds blew over in the deep blue sky.
Our decorative backyard well est un vrai faux puits.
Nothing was really sticking to the ground, and none of the snow showers lasted more than five minutes. There was a frigid wind blowing.
"Popcorn" or "hominy" snow on the marquise (awning) over the back door
Oh, and I think I figured out why the village is fixing up the road at this particular moment. On the way back from the doctor's (routine visit) and the supermarket yesterday morning, I saw a big sign out on the highway announcing a randonnée pédestre scheduled for this Sunday morning. That's an organized hiking event, and the village sponsors such events several times a year. My guess is that they don't want anybody to trip and fall on the gravel.