French kisses..............

The tradition of kissing under the mistletoe or " le gui" does not take place here in France so I am sure that`s why so much grows here! It knows it is safe to grow here in abundance and live a quiet life.
It was gloriously sunny here today so I went wandering around the fields with Diggers at my heels to see what I could find.......................

There was no way I was going to shin up that tree! I kept searching just a little nervously as the hunters were in full swing. In an earlier blog I described their hunting hide in the middle of the marsh and even though it is now surrounded by water they are still using it daily. Oh well, boys and their toys and all that!

I managed to find a tree with low sweeping branches filled with balls of mistletoe heavy with berries. The tree had been used by the cattle for shelter so the base was ankle deep in gloopy mud!

So I waded in and filled my bag to the brim.

My feet were so heavy with sticky marsh mud it was quite an effort to get home! I looked like Elton John in platform wellies! I was so glad to pull the weight of them from my feet at the cuisine door. Diggers was much too involved digging for rabbits so he came home a little later.......................

...............It`s a shame he couldn`t slip those muddy paws off and leave them at the cuisine door too!! He was most disgusted when he ended up in a bowl of warm soapy water!

I wonder if French mistletoe means you only get French kisses?

A la prochaine mes belles.........