These are just a part of our grape harvest ! It has been an amazing year for grapes, even if otherwise, we have not done so well, due to the heat, drought and hot winds. We seem to have jumped from a heatwave into a cold autumn.
That bloody chicken ! Dora and I are on the warpath. ( If you remember, dora l’exploratrice is what our neighbours call Dora, because of her fearless solitary explorings ). She has found a way to get into the south courtyard, and loves rooting around in my flowerbed.
We have been sitting outside for lunch and dinner, as the weather is warm. Around 27 degrees in the early afternoon, according to our guage. Restless winds rustling the poplars leaves, and deceive us into thinking its raining.
Finally the roofers have come to put a new roof over all of the old porcherie and the workshop. We have been waiting for two years ! The guys we are using are very good and they have a long waiting list, and then there was an issue of not being able to get the tiles.
Yesterday I was upstairs in the sewing atelier, tidying up before this weekends sewing retreat, and over my music, I heard someone shouting up. I looked out and saw a gentleman in a panama hat, the latter side of 80. He asked if Jonathan was in. I said not, but that I would come down.
Summers are the time for flea markets, and anyone who knows me, knows that I have been scouring jumble sales and the like since I was 15 and was allowed out of boarding school to wander up to the village on my own.
Last week we visited the Pic Russe vineyard. We had ‘discovered’ them at the organic wine fair. No, actually it was Jerome and Naomi ( remember the amazing upholsterer from La Rochelle ?) who had told us about a fine wine from the Charente.
When we first got here, we did a fair bit of driving around, discovering all the little villages whilst we collected furniture for La Salle. One little village we drove through, called Saint Sornin, was rather sweet, and had a cafe that was just so ‘french in the old days’.
From the sublime to the ridiculous, last year gave us mildew and rain; this year is giving us drought and tomatoes. Tons of them. The picture above is just one picking of many. I have tired of making the italian tomato sauce which Jono always makes.
Last night we got back late, and realised we had to take out the recycling bins. Jono took two and I took one. We had a torch as it was no longer the nearly full moon that the picture shows. ( That by the way was taken on the nearly full moon night about a week ago ).