Just went out into the garden. Sky full of whistling swallows swooping around for their insect supper. Vapour trails everywhere, planes heading for Limoges, Bordeaux or Spain. Poor dead pigeon which broke its neck on our patio door yesterday still lying intact on the gravel parking area next door (why haven't the night scavengers taken it?). 18 day radish seeds not sprouting yet? (only sowed yesterday, so not surprised).
Last year's wine got a white mould cap, but perfectly drinkable underneath. Had half an hour of solo petanque practise earlier, but looking forward to 90 degree temp on Wednesay evening when the lads will all gather with their chilled rose.
Dead animals on your patio. Carnivorous scavengers feeding on road kill during the night. Toxic fungus growing on top of your wine. Aircraft spewing out toxic emissions and sending temperatures rocketing. On top of all that, rosé wine!
NJ -
I'd rather have dead animals on my patio than on my plate.
No carnivorous scavengers have yet taken advantage, and it was patio door kill, not road kill.
The white cap on my wine is not toxic; it's left the wine delicious - the best for the last ten years.
I agree about the planes.
:-)
Atheist - it was a regular walk down the hill to it and across - and 'no' I never dared the leap! You are in a wonderful area. If you see the 'infirmiares' for any reason - give them our amities. Say the man with the big hole in his leg and his wife still love them.
jourdain; we are about 20 km east of I J, and we don't go there unless there is a vide grenier, so we won't get the chance to salut your old friends. Best wishes.