Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a gardener in Sisteron is like a rollercoaster ride. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I head down Rue de la République. It’s a cute street, all cobblestones and little cafés. I’m just mindin’ my own business, when BAM! A pigeon poops right on my shoulder. Like, seriously? I’m a gardener, not a pigeon target! I laugh it off, but inside, I’m like, “Great start, dude.”
So, I get to the garden I’m workin’ on, near the Citadelle de Sisteron. Man, that place is a fortress! It’s like, “Hey, look at me, I’m old and cool.” But I’m not here for history lessons. I’m here to plant some flowers, ya know?
I’m diggin’ away, and then I see this old lady. She’s got this wild hair, like a bird’s nest or somethin’. She’s all, “You’re doin’ it wrong!” I’m like, “Lady, I’ve been gardening since before you were born!” But I just smile and nod. Gotta keep the peace, right?
Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. I mean, come on! I’m in the south of France, not London! I’m soaked, mud everywhere. I’m slippin’ and slidin’ like I’m in a bad comedy. But then, I see a rainbow. A freakin’ rainbow! And I’m like, “Okay, universe, you got me there.”
After the rain, the flowers look amazing. I’m talkin’ vibrant colors, like the ones you see on Rue des Moulins. I’m feelin’ proud, ya know? But then, I hear this loud noise. It’s a bunch of kids, runnin’ around, kickin’ a soccer ball. One of ‘em kicks it right into my freshly planted petunias. I’m like, “Nooooo!” But they just laugh and run off. Kids, man.
So, I take a break, grab a coffee at this little spot on Place de la République. Best coffee ever! I’m sittin’ there, tryin’ to chill, when I overhear this couple arguing. They’re goin’ at it, and I’m just sippin’ my coffee, thinkin’, “Dude, you’re in Sisteron, relax!” But love is messy, I guess.
After that, I head back to the garden. I’m tryin’ to finish up, but my back is killin’ me. I’m like, “Why do I do this?” But then I remember the flowers. They’re my babies. I can’t just leave ‘em.
Finally, I wrap it up. I’m dirty, tired, but happy. I walk back through the streets, and the sun’s settin’. Sisteron looks magical, all golden and stuff. I pass by the old bridge, and it hits me—this place is home.
So, yeah, it was a wild day. Pigeon poop, rain, kids, and love drama. But that’s Sisteron for ya. It’s chaotic, beautiful, and full of surprises. Can’t wait for tomorrow!