This afternoon one of my nephew who's a pruner had fallen from a tree 8 meters high (26 feets?). He had a little angel with him today because he "only" has many ribs and a claviche broken and a little problem to the lung. But so far it seems not so bad from what could have happened.
I went for a nice stroll and came back with great pics just before my sister called me "O. had fallen, I just know he's been driven alive in an hospital, please come".
He lives 5 hours from Paris so we could only wait for news. When I arrived at her place she knew his spine was ok.... He called her 2 hours later, he suffers but what he has is bad, important but not dramatic.
When we knew more, we went to tell my mother who lives in the same building than my sister.
Tonight I can only feel bliss, like if I came back from a nightmare.
This roses' name is "Pierre de Ronsard" they're my favourite and seem perfect to express my feelings. I can't explain why in English and even in French...
Living between Paris and the countryside, love taking pictures, a lot of pictures...
Publish different ones from this project on my blog.
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