The first of May is a special day...We have a nice song for the day, and many paid employees and workers do not need to work but enjoy their relaxing holiday. French people would buy lily of the valley 'le muguet' to remember this special day, apart from perhaps any other celebration for the social class of labours. Little stalls were set up all along the crossroad and intersections to sell the lilies on the day.
Every time when I travel on autoroutes or national roads in France, a colour spectrum of flowers, trees and vegetation fill up the scenery of season. Colour is a medium of changes and a witness of unchanged spray. I like the colour of each day, and for today, the spring time carries a vivid pale green and blossoms new hopes of the old times. When I was passing by the region of Charente-Maritime last weekend, the colouring field beside the road gives a pride to the nature and recalls me a life that has passed by.
Some nice flowers were placed on the road from time to time. This is a tragic beauty that we may have forgotten after hours of minutes. The image we see hides the rest which stores only in the sake of memory. The one in yellow above is a flower named 'immortelles', a very elegant but sorrow name.
A month of May and a wish of may, let go and let's go.
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