For a few days, this tree carpeted the street with its falling pink petals.
Carpet of petals
Carpet of Petals
Category Archives: Lyon
So Many Flowers
Each visit to our nearby Parc de la Tête d’Or brings a new wave of spring flowers to delight in. Our walks are filled with little detours as I wander across the grass to investigate a hint of purple here and a flash of yellow there.
A sea of daffodils
Crocuses
Violets
The shaded grass beneath the trees is riddled with delicate violets.
Pink flowers
Hyacinths
Hyacinths. These are one of the first flowers I remember growing as a child.
Red tulips
These red tulips stood out amongst the predominantly purple and yellow colour palette.
A Hint of Spring
First spring flowers poke through the grass
The first spring bulbs are starting to appear in the Parc de la Tete d’Or.
Birdsong and Snow
There have been a couple of mornings recently when I have woken to birds singing. It is still dark out, with hours to go before the sun eventually comes up, but somewhere out there, the little birds are singing away.
I presume this is a sign that spring is on the way. It’s an odd thought, as it has coincided with weather that epitomises winter for me: snow. It hasn’t been heavy snow; it left barely a sprinkling on the ground. But, it fell frequently for consecutive days. Each time I looked out the window, there was a good chance I’d see the white flakes drifting down.
Snow-dusted rooftops
We had heavier snow falls earlier in the season, where the snow blanketed the ground, and took days to finally melt away. They were exciting, but seeing snow fall day after day reminds me that I now live somewhere where it snows in winter.
Kaki
Our local market was abundant with new produce this week. Amongst the seasonal offerings, there was an array of fruit and vegetables that I have never seen before.
One of these new discoveries is kaki. The shiny orange-apricot coloured globes caught my eye as we passed one of our regular stalls. When I asked the vendor if it was a fruit, he picked one up and sliced a piece off for me to try. The instantly sweet, complex flavour compelled me to buy some. It was only as we walked away with the bag of kaki in hand that the sweetness was replaced with a peculiar, dry sensation.
Kaki
Happily, after a couple of days sitting on our kitchen table, they seem to have lost their dry aftertaste, and the flavour is a mix between melon, apple, and some tropical fruit I can’t pinpoint.
The End of Summer
There have been a number of signs that summer has left us for this year. Apples are appearing in the market, the leaves are starting to fall from the trees, and we have doonas on the bed. But two things this week have confirmed it for me.
Cafe patrons enjoying the sun
On my run yesterday morning, I was not greeted by the sun rising in all its pink and orange glory as I have been in recent weeks. The bright orange orb and pink clouds were nowhere to be seen. Yesterday, I was greeted by the moon and the mist.
And today, I noticed that all the street cafes have packed away their terraces. The time for enjoying lunch in the warm summer air has passed and the tables have retreated inside.
Temporary cafe terrace set up in the street
Italian Market
Large rounds of cheese and cured meats are not an uncommon sight in Lyon’s markets, but today they were of the Italian variety. We stumbled upon a handful of Italian market stalls set up the the centre of the city.
Coppa and other cured pork products
Rounds of parmesan cheese
Strawberries, Strawberries, Everywhere
Earlier in the summer, I stumbled upon a wild strawberry patch on the edge of an industrial estate. It was my first encounter with wild strawberries, and they were tiny things.
Since that first discovery, they seem to have popped up all over the place. And today, I found one growing by the drain in the centre of our (otherwise concrete) courtyard.
A little strawberry plant in our courtyard
The strawberry is growing over the drain
Market Bounty
Wednesday morning. It’s an odd point in the week to look forward to, but Wednesday mornings hold one of my favourite moments of the week.
Wednesday is market day. We walk up the street to a nearby square and buy our fruit and vegetables for the week.
I love getting home with our bounty and filling the vegetable drawers in our fridge. Maybe it’s the bright colours, but the sight of all those vegetables makes me oddly happy.
Shiny eggplant, zucchini, and capsicum
Tomatoes, cucumbers, and a space for the lettuce
Poppy Progression
Near the bee nesting boxes in the Parc de la Tête d’Or, there is a field. What first appeared to be an unremarkable patch of grass, has undergone the most amazing transformation over the past few months.
A field of white flowers
As summer arrived, a striking mass of red poppies erupted. And now, the poppies have gone to seed, to be replaced by these more subdued white flowers.
March: the bare field
June: so many poppies
August: the poppies are replaced by white flowers