Roses and poppies

Trip Start Jul 19, 2009
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Trip End Oct 25, 2010


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Flag of France  , Aquitaine,
Tuesday, June 5, 2012



 By gum!  I could hardly believe my eyes when I saw our back garden, usually a jungle of weeds on arriving after the winter break, now it is a sea of red and orange poppies, well, a lake, no, a pond, or maybe more of a big puddle, but stunningly beautiful. And the roses are just showing off, see what we can do, gorgeous and scenty, rambling and wild. 
Peter had scattered a handful of poppy seeds before leaving last summer, an after-thought, you never know - and look at it now...and I do, all the time, I keep checking to see if they are still there, I hope they will last for as long as we're here. Two months, I hope, six weeks says Peter.
We'll see.
 
There is one tiny little snag. I was very excited about the inflatable children's pool I had bought - I refuse to sacrifice our little garden for a real pool, but it does get hot, so it is just to cool off in, no? Plenty of rivers and lakes to swim in close by... and also, I think, it would make do as a bath, a shower is just not the same. Peter was less enthusiastic about my brainwave but reckons it wont last a day so it was allowed to come with us.
  But the thing is, the only good spot for it is in the back, but I can't bear to flatten even one of those poppies. Hmm, well, something will come up, or not, Peter's probably right anyway but as long as the tub stays in the box it will always hold the promise of a very good idea. 
 
So, yes, back in France where major irritations seem amusing little challenges, like when Peter asked me half way there if I had remembered to bring the keys.
  I hadn't. So while he's calculating time lost if we go back for them I am climbing over fences, breaking and entering, sleeping in the barn - it would be fun, no way are we going back. Fortunately, or not, depending on your inclination, Rose had left hers in a secret place in the yard. Sensible girl, takes after her father.

 Few other hiccups, burst water pipe, electrics on the blink, so peeing in the garden and candles, not worth mentioning really, and by now, two days later, all better.

Anyway, just a few lines to let you know we have arrived, safe and well, including Sheppie, who was, literally, at death's door a week ago. He has made a miraculous recovery - or else he was just faking it and got the shock of his life when the vet suggested to have him put down.

Well, as the French say:  Santé! 

(what about the ticks then? says Shep.... honestly, no pleasing that dog )
 

  
 
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jaymack on

What a magnificent garden. Why would you ever want to take on the wilds of Africa when you have your own little wilderness to enjoy?! No mad taxi-drivers, no pestilential beggars, no ticks to bite. And those are all the good things!

katherine-anne
katherine-anne on

if the french were half as wild as the south africans i wouldn't budge :)

remi on

dr peter zaait papavers?

remi on

ben het helemaal eens met jaymack, zo mooi daar, ik zou nooit meer terug willen naar amsterdam : )

viv on

Oh happy days - enjoy them. Looove the poppies. I too scattered wild flower seeds - not one bugger has bloomed. Never mind.

katherine-anne
katherine-anne on

take heart viv, buggers tend to show up eventually...:)
wish i could wave a magic wand and have u here, smelling the roses, sipping the wine. might just pop over myself later this year, have a natter, check out old lionel:) x

katherine-anne
katherine-anne on

doe effe normaal remi, 100 meter van huis dan ben je al verloren :)

Sarah on

So lovely - that's what bliss is made of....

ps. I've emailed you, Kate x

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