Spring is here. I know because the sun is shining, the flowers are blooming and a yellow and black salamander keeps falling into the pool. We are on constant pool-watch and have already rescued him three times. We even put some bleach in to try to deter him, but he’s a stubborn little thing.
It’s a relief to send the children off to school without coats and gloves, but for them the hard work is just beginning. I saw on French television yesterday that the government has concluded children are lacking in vocabulary. “They know the word for flower,” said an official spokesman. “But they can’t distinguish between, for example, a hyacinth and an iris.” Well, there is something we have in common, because neither can I. So once again I am in awe of the French educational system and relieved that my children will grow up to be so much more accomplished than I am.
Copyright: Helena Frith Powell 2007
Hels, your salamanda friend is I believe rehearsing is escape plan for when the hunting season begins. As we all know the French will shoot at anything that moves and I think that a swimming pool would be a pretty safe place to avoid both dog and gun.
Is salamanda the girlfriend of salamander by any chance?