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The temperature has taken a dive and if we are to stay alive I must look out gloves and winter boots, scarf and hat The Autumn weather has been so kind to us that I was taken by surprise this … Continue reading
There’s a new postaday challenge up at NaBlo something or other and dear Miz Quickly is sending us her fascinating daily p,oetry prompts. But ENOUGH IS ENOUGH. Octpo has finished me off. So here’s my gentle start to the month, … Continue reading
Monsoon Eagerly awaited in parched places producing life in desert oases feared in low-lying river basins suffered stoically on vacation welcomed by gardeners inhaling petrichor* with appreciation. * Petrichor – the smell given off by rain falling on dry earth. … Continue reading
In a new direction I found a peaceful meadow for my walk today After the haying all is calm and very green in the meadows Insects flittering, warmth and sunshine comforting – simple happiness for Sally’s wild challenge
I am fit to be tied! A few weeks ago, just as the wild flowers were getting going in the roadside bank below the house, the village maintenance man sprayed the verges with herbicide. I gritted my teeth and … Continue reading
buttercup time and the last of the violets The Church at Notre Dame de Cenilly I don’t think that selfish parker realises how difficult it is for a wobbly old woman to climb past his car!
Notre Dame de Cenilly Just another little village in the bocage. A scattering of houses in a hodge podge of styles. Church with spire and mairie, salle de fêtes and school, epicerie and boulangerie, as is the rule. The … Continue reading
They live next door to us Many friends have eaten with us here. The name “Les Garmelles” is a pun on Les Gars (blokes) who run it and Gamelle (cooking pot) This is a very small village, so we … Continue reading
A perfect week: summer still here My walk around the village yesterday morning was delightful I was waylaid twice by witches and ghosts on my way to the shop for sweeties to give out to trick or treaters, … Continue reading
Jock came with me, putting up with my snail’s pace, so that I could dispense with my sticks in order to take pictures, and as something to hang on to.