Saturday, 24 April 2010
It's Harvey J's 4th birthday tomorrow (April 25th). So, have a very happy birthday, from Grumsy (and Grumpy)!
Friday, 23 April 2010
I sometimes wonder what nature had in mind when she invented WASPS.
With the hot weather, they are just beginning to re-appear. Usually they make their small nests under the old 'Roman' tiles on the roof, but last year one gang decided to nest amongst the stones on the front of the house, and caused quite a nuisance of themselves.
Lord Magnon did his best with insect sprays, stuffing putty and paper into the holes, and 'rabbit deterrent' (that's another story), but we couldn't eradicate them. I'm keeping a careful eye out for them this year; at the first sign of any going in where they were last year, it'll be 'handbags at dawn'.
Wednesday, 21 April 2010
Lord Magnon has just posted a picture of the sort of car we've owned. But I don't want another 2CV or a Renault 4L. I want one of these!
Its got everything I need. A place for my handbag, a boot for when I go shopping, and a passenger seat in case I should come across Lord Magnon with a flat tyre (on his bicycle).
I think I'll have it in British Racing Green, with a black hood, and beige suede interior. Thanks.
Tuesday, 20 April 2010
With daytime temperatures at about 22 degrees C, we need shade at mid-day. When not used, our large dark green parasol is always let down and tied up, to avoid a gust of wind whisking it away. The next day, at lunch time, when re-opened there are tiny bats (probably Pipistrelles) nesting between its folds. They don't stay for long as both the heat and the brightness soon become too much for them, and they fly off to find another dark cool spot.
Cute, aren't they!
Monday, 19 April 2010
Sunday, 18 April 2010
I think he would like me to change my name to 'Bunty', to bake rhubarb crumbles every day, and to own a large olive plantation in Provence.
Well I'm sorry Lord M, you'll have to take me as I am; in all my glory! You lucky man.
Saturday, 17 April 2010
Lord M's dress sense may not be quite as bad as the guys above, but it's pretty awful. At home he wears what he calls his 'Ratting Clothes'. These are filled with holes, are constantly used as towels or rags, and have usually been stolen from one or other of our sons (who probably threw them out anyway).
Ever since I've known Lord Magnon, he's also worn a dirty, paint-covered, moth-eaten, black or grey beret (even before we came to live in France!). I think he'd wear it in bed if it would stay on.
I despair at his studio; I despair even more at his clothes. He'll never change (thank goodness).
Friday, 16 April 2010
Yesterday (April 15th) my neighbours sowed their sunflower crops.
Last year they grew just beyond our pool (above); this year they are down in the slight valley in front of the house, some 200 yards away.
There has always been some confusion about whether sunflowers follow the sun. Let me put this to rest. Before the flower is fully open (i.e. when still green) they DO follow the sun; every morning you will find them facing due East, and every evening due West. Once the flowers are fully open, however, they DON'T, but permanently face due East.
In the picture, the flower head is facing away from our house, looking towards the church. i.e. Facing due east.
Thursday, 15 April 2010
Willow, of Willow Manor, recently posted a picture of bluebells. They are such beautiful flowers that I thought I would post another. I wish I could buy a huge sack of seed and establish a wood here.
A bluebell wood in April is one of those things I really miss about England.
Wednesday, 14 April 2010
The plates, above, come from a small pottery in the south of France called La Poterie Provencale, in Biot.
M Augé-Laribé began his pottery in 1920, and we are lucky to have a few of his early pieces. In 1994 we asked them to make us a set of 10 dinner plates; ours are round (rather than octagonal, above) and are glazed in that same rustic dark green.
I've now decided that I need some small 'side plates' to accompany them, so it looks like another long process awaits us. These guys work at their own speed, whilst we have to twiddle our fingers in anticipation. Still, it'll be worth the wait.
Tuesday, 13 April 2010
125g unsalted butter (melted)
125g plain flour
3 whole eggs
1tsp baking powder
125g caster sugar
1tsp grated lemon zest
A splash or two of orange flower water
Sift the baking powder and flour into a large bowl. Place sugar, eggs, and lemon zest in a separate bowl and whisk until pale and thick. Combine the contents of the two bowls until well mixed. Fold in the melted butter and the orange flower water. Leave to cool for 20 mins. To cook, grease your moulds with melted butter, half fill, and bake at 200 degrees for about 20/25 mins.
Monday, 12 April 2010
Sunday, 11 April 2010
As it's now spring, there's the scent of kitten-making in the air, and we're expecting a huge pussy population EXPLOSION any minute. So, if anyone wants a sack-full......
Saturday, 10 April 2010
In 1994 two Parisian men arrived in this small bastide town (above), and set up shop as 'antique dealers' in the main street. They also set up home together a little way out of town.
Unfortunately their morning beauty sleep soon became disturbed by the sound of next-door's crowing cockerel; a sound that is perfectly normal in the countryside, anywhere in the world.
They asked the owner of the bird to make it stop; he wouldn't. They threatened him with law suits; he didn't care. Eventually these two 'antique dealers' consulted a lawyer and, as threatened, a process against the farmer was started.
The Judge found himself in a difficult dilemma, and was obliged to find in favour of the two men. He awarded them 1 franc in damages; the closest thing to a good slap in the face that he could summon.
The local population was both outraged and elated, and in celebration of what they saw as a great bucolic victory, they organised a giant day-long fete in the town. Schoolchildren made banners, farmers arrived with a huge assortment of animals, and a damned good time was had by all. The two 'antique dealers' ended up with egg on their faces, and have been shunned by the local population ever since; I have a feeling that they shall remain friendless for ever.
I've always rather liked the cartoon, above, that was drawn to commemorate the event. It hangs in our kitchen.
p.s. The word 'Cocorico' is the French equivalent to 'Cock-a-doodle-do'.
Friday, 9 April 2010
Lord Magnon's been mowing. I think it's just the third time this year. We have three different areas; the lawn around the house (above) which Cro tells me takes 20 mins, the grass around Haddock's which takes 10 mins, and Haddock's Paddock which takes another 20 mins. A staggering 50 mins in all.
For this I have to supply copious amounts of tea (or cold drinks), mop his leaking brow, and continuously praise his gargantuan efforts.
I must say, it does always look very good when he's done. Thank goodness the mower started properly this year, but that's another expletive-filled story.
In case you were wondering, the white flowered climber against the distant 'tower', is a Clematis armandii. An evergreen Clematis with masses of fragrant white flowers in spring.
Thursday, 8 April 2010
Last year this tree had just TWO flowers, and NO fruit. I've never seen it like this before, just look at it.
Of course a late frost could still wipe out any future crop, but we would still have had this wonderful springtime spectacle.
I have to say, the greengage is not my favourite fruit. Firstly it seems to attract bugs, and secondly it becomes unbelievably SWEET when fully ripe. If one can find a bug-free, slightly under-ripe fruit, it's great.
Wednesday, 7 April 2010
Yesterday I split all our pot-bound strawberry plants and planted them out in rows at Haddock's.
When they were in pots we used to just pick, and eat them, as we passed by, but I now want to produce enough to have a proper meal, or for the grandchildren to pick them into baskets.
Everyone loves strawberries (?), and we have two varieties. One is big and average in flavour, the other smaller but delicious. I've mixed the two varieties together. It just remains to see if my new strawberry patch will be more successful than just having them in pots. It certainly looks good.
Tuesday, 6 April 2010
Our cottage is stone built and there are nooks & crannies everywhere for the smaller birds to use for nesting. At the moment we have one Blue Tit nesting in the front wall of the cottage, and others in boxes.
I've never tried to count the number of different varieties of small birds that we have in the garden; there are lots. However, my favourite will always be the sweet little Blue Tits.
Monday, 5 April 2010
I recently read a blog that promoted the idea of 'Blogger's House' (Willow, of Willow Manor); one of her readers suggested that it was only really satisfying to clean, if one was able to notice the difference afterwards. I know what she meant.
Others suggested they lived in 'Artist's House', where mess was simply endemic. The above photo doesn't come close to showing the state of Cro's studio. It's probably more cluttered than a municipal rubbish tip. Cro claims that everything is essential, and everything is in it's place. But frankly it's a disgrace.
He has collections of small pieces of used string, of bits of wood, and of plastic bags. He treasures broken garden tools, and has rolls of rusting wire netting. His pile of silly hats is legendary, and his old sweater and T shirt collection spills out from it's ample box. Most of his 'stuff' is a mystery; pots of evil smelling powders, bottles of unknown liquids, and jars of 'goodness-knows-what'. His unpublished books are everywhere, and brushes stick out from jam jars filled with oddly coloured gunge.
Sunday, 4 April 2010
All spring flowers are envigorating; they lift our spirits and tempt us to believe in better times ahead. We all love daffs, cowslips, and crocuses, but surely the most inspiring of all spring flowers must be the humble primrose.
What better Easter present could any young mother ever receive from her child/children, than a bunch of tiny primroses.
Saturday, 3 April 2010
We went to market this morning; a lovely crisp sunny day. I loved seeing this elderly market stall holder with her basket of eggs amongst the tomato plants. So typical of France.
Cro has been longing for asparagus so I bought a big bunch of tender green stems. I also bought mussels for lunch, but they were a little disappointing. They were Spanish mussels; I should have known better.
We also went to a huge local junk/antique/salvage yard. Cro's looking for a rusting 'antique' gate. We found a beauty, but they don't hold back on prices! Lots of rusty gates and a lovely rusty statue of Methuselah (which looked a bit like Cro) which would look great coming out of the undergrowth by the pool, again a bit too pricey. I would really like to have some antique stone sculpture, and am on the look-out for something suitably rustic; none of your concrete Venus at the waterhole rubbish.
Friday, 2 April 2010
Cro was doing his usual 'panic in the shop' routine, but I managed to get him to squeeze them into the compact family Royce, and drive them home without his blood pressure going through the roof.
By the afternoon he'd calmed enought to plant one of the trees. Maybe I'll get him to do the other one tomorrow.
A little extravagant maybe, but there's something wonderful about Parasol Pines.