My house has new corners…

My house has new corners…

– new corners has my house.     In all truth I should not use the plural because my house is only supposed to have one new corner. But that would not scan.  Indeed, I do not know in reality whether the house has its new corner yet.  It was supposed to be put in...
Return of the wild orchids

Return of the wild orchids

It is wonderful to come back to the Dordogne in May after a long wet and cold winter.  Spring was suddenly unusually warm and now everything is in flower – roses, roses everywhere. There is a two foot high wild sage stem on the slope up to no: 8 green. But the...
Playing with fire in Dordogne

Playing with fire in Dordogne

Two of my favourite men were in front of the sitting room fireplace.  Grand-père was kneeling and muttering imprecations in alternating languages. Petit fils no:1, Nathan, swinging a small plastic jug, had stopped playing with his bath-toys in the bidet to...
Autumn: season of searing heat and fruit mania

Autumn: season of searing heat and fruit mania

The autumn croci, leafless pale purple spears, arrived early – again. This year a full month ahead of the official date of 22nd September.  Some fruit has ripened early also but most, despite storms, is still hanging on the trees in a threatening manner....
Sun baked, or soaked

Sun baked, or soaked

It is high time the 2017 weather gods came to their collective senses.  We are now in the seventh month of their year and they are still behaving as though they are in the second. They blow tempestuous short term tantrums, hot, or cold or wet, sometimes a combination...