|Snow on leaves|
The snow fell for four nights running, big thick layers of it, which has now all melted, swelling the river running through the village almost to breaking point and leaving huge puddles in our already waterlogged garden. With such wet conditions we have had some thick fog as well the other morning. In any case it has given us a lot to chat (moan) to the neighbours about and a whole new set of proverbs and sayings to learn.
Here are just two of them:
Brouillard en Novembre, l'hiver sera tender - Fog in November and the winter will be gentle
Quand il neige sur les feuilles, l'hiver a avorté. – When it snows on leaves, the winter is aborted.
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