Independence Day in America. Crappy day in France!
I woke this morning to the sound of the fan blowing cooling air on me, at least I thought that's what it was. It was actually the sound of rain pounding on the caravan roof. After a hard journey through the rain and dark yesterday, it was not a welcome sound.
A thunderstorm started the day and the rain was obviously set in for the day. So I decided to go shopping in order to get some food and some climbing plants. Unfortunately, although I had reconnected the water, I'd forgotten to turn on the geyser. So I just changed my clothes and went out dirty.
I checked on the window installation due next week and got some shopping but forgot the bread so decided to go out for lunch. I went to the lovely new restaurant overlooking the vines but discovered that after 5 weeks' absence it is now closed definitivement! So I went into Ste Foy and got something to eat by which time the sun was out.
During the showers, I started to clean the spiders webs and general rubble, which has fallen off the walls in the time I have been away.
During a sunny spell, I looked out and saw a big bird on our drive, grabbed the camera and was lucky enough to get a couple of shots before it took off to hide in a tree.
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| Is it an owl? Or some sort of falcon? |
Anyway that was the day's excitement, along with cooing over the unexpected growth of the lavender and other plants. Tomorrow I will have to go and buy a wholesale order of weedkiller!
Supper, beer, bed!
Saturday 5 July
Not the best night's sleep. The bedroom smells damp and there is something having nocturnal adventures in that room and it's definitely not me.
Cloudy and warm. I couldn't attack the garden with weedkiller as the forecast was for rain so I went looking for more climbing plants for the arches. No luck. So bought some food and came home.
I had to fight my way through the annual campervan migration, it's like the wildebeest but with more bloodshed. First weekend of the French school holidays - say no more!
Saw the owl again, it was sitting on the gutter, having a drink and flew into one of the trees when it saw me. Pottered around,[that's probably a reference to the owl], weeded a bit, visited Mme B to give her an opportunity to moan about the weather [wet], the neighbour [miserable] and her health [always an issue]. After inhaling more cigarette smoke than I felt comfortable with, I got away and continued with the weeding.
I should have used the weedkiller but I believed the weather forecast. Honestly, how many pensioners still have faith in the weather forecast?
Chris phoned briefly, hope we'll get a chance to talk more tomorrow.
After that I did a bit of digging while trying to decide which plants to order. Decisions, decisions,
An hour on the internet, everything ordered. I then walked around the garden and realised just how gorgeous the lavender is, covered with bees and butterflies and smelling gorgeous. Then I discovered 2 enormous rhubarb plants in the raised beds. According to the internet - my bible these days - you shouldn't eat rhubarb cut after June but I couldn't see a Best Before Date so I thought 'Sod it' and I cut and cooked it anyway on the basis that Chris will eat it regardless and if he doesn't die, I'll eat it too.
Supper, wine, bed! Hope it's not quite as smelly and noisy as last night.
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| 100 lavender finally in bloom! |
Saturday 5 July
Not the best night's sleep. The bedroom smells damp and there is something having nocturnal adventures in that room and it's definitely not me.
Cloudy and warm. I couldn't attack the garden with weedkiller as the forecast was for rain so I went looking for more climbing plants for the arches. No luck. So bought some food and came home.
I had to fight my way through the annual campervan migration, it's like the wildebeest but with more bloodshed. First weekend of the French school holidays - say no more!
Saw the owl again, it was sitting on the gutter, having a drink and flew into one of the trees when it saw me. Pottered around,[that's probably a reference to the owl], weeded a bit, visited Mme B to give her an opportunity to moan about the weather [wet], the neighbour [miserable] and her health [always an issue]. After inhaling more cigarette smoke than I felt comfortable with, I got away and continued with the weeding.
I should have used the weedkiller but I believed the weather forecast. Honestly, how many pensioners still have faith in the weather forecast?
Chris phoned briefly, hope we'll get a chance to talk more tomorrow.
After that I did a bit of digging while trying to decide which plants to order. Decisions, decisions,
An hour on the internet, everything ordered. I then walked around the garden and realised just how gorgeous the lavender is, covered with bees and butterflies and smelling gorgeous. Then I discovered 2 enormous rhubarb plants in the raised beds. According to the internet - my bible these days - you shouldn't eat rhubarb cut after June but I couldn't see a Best Before Date so I thought 'Sod it' and I cut and cooked it anyway on the basis that Chris will eat it regardless and if he doesn't die, I'll eat it too.
Supper, wine, bed! Hope it's not quite as smelly and noisy as last night.
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