Sunday, 19 September 2010

I Knew What We Could Do

I grumped.  I was tired of thinking about food, buying food, preparing food, cooking food, clearing up after food and I wanted to run away to the sea before summer completely disappeared. But the météo showed cool and rain for the Med, so I stayed.

And gardened in the sun. And felt better.

And then Tod moved my bike out of the garage while he blocked up the gap in the colombage that sends gales of cold air into our lounge in the evening and I knew what we could do.


Thursday, 16 September 2010

Château Chats

We took our visitors to meet friends who are lovingly restoring a château.

And I fell in love with these two.

Tuesday, 14 September 2010

After Our Friends Have Gone

I take the clean duvet covers and pillow cases down off the washing line.  They are warm, dry and full of sunshine.

I close the door of the cottage and turn to walk the track back up to the house. Beyond the rustling field of sun-scorched maize, a distant tractor draws a plough.

A week is so little time together, after so many months of anticipation.

Tuesday, 7 September 2010

Getting Ready

For a departure

The swallows are gathering on the power line that cuts across our field, chattering and squabbling, then suddenly launching off to swoop low across the valley.

I'm struggling to take good photos of them, but I like the sky in this one.

Getting ready for an arrival

Friends are coming to stay this week and the terrace is getting its biennial de-cobwebbing.  You have to have a good head for heights and not mind large spiders. So not a job for me!