For my daughter’s wedding (table) decorations, even her bride’s bouquet, we used Serpevivum, a lovely plant already growing in one of the stone plant pots in our garden when we bought our house here in the South of France. It soon became my favourite next to Santolina. It is a plant that really lives forever in any condition (except wet soil and waterlogged roots), thriving on rocky, sandy soil with low fertility, its ideal growing conditions, and one that keeps on producing offsets.
We have had chicken ever since we moved to the South of France, mostly for the eggs. I do always like a handsome rooster in the coop too, just for the pretty sight of it. Our Orpington rooster alas, we found one afternoon dead in the coop, so all we had left was our flock of pretty Orpington chicken. Although we read that this breed has good mothering instincts and certain breeds (Orpington!) are more likely to turn broody in the summer months (although it can happen at any time of the year), we were in for the eggs….
She said yes, my youngest! For my daughter, the perfect wedding venue and celebration had to be here on our land, in our outdoor garden: a woodland wedding. As every princess needs her castle, hers was our home. No fairy godmother could’ve made the bride more gorgeous, no castle could’ve been more regal than “home”, no wedding more fairy-tale like than here on our beautiful land in the South of France.
Nature’s great recyclers, really important as without them organic matter would not able to be absorbed by plants, important in pollination of native plants and crops… In compost flies are doing most of the work, eating scraps and then excreting and turning it into a substance plants can use when you put it back in the garden. The Musca Domestica to me however is just a pesky little annoying creature. As we live in an area with a lot of vegetation and thick shrubbery, we are ideal for the growth of flies. And let’s not forget as humans we are covered in dead skin cells, oil and salt which are all delicious to flies, to keep circling around us because to a housefly, we’re a veritable buffet.
Sitting outside on a windy day, observing all nature’s beauty around me , I finally picked up writing to you all again. Hearing the sounds of the crows, tractors for the “vendange” (wine harvest of the grapes for the famous Blanquette) in the background, seeing a last courageous wasp, even a lone bumble bee flying about, my dogs sitting all around us and of course the beautiful passion flower, whilst we’re sitting under our pergola to be, I know it is time to let the muse in.
Americans call them clothespins, in the UK they’re referred to as clothes pegs or Dolly pegs and in the film industry they’re called C47’s. No matter what they are called, made out of ash, willow wood, birch, beech or maple, they’ve always awakened fond old (laundry or not) memories in my mind.
Do you dress up your outfit with a set of earrings, the modern “jewellery staple”? Are they your glam fashion statement, or have your pierced holes gradually resealed, because you stopped wearing them? Maybe you are on of the very few, having no pierced holes in your ears? We all know an old aunt with elongated ear lobes, because of the weight of a lifetime wearing earrings, or the saucy girl wearing hoops as a bold statement. The choice is abundant: droplet earrings, hoop earrings, stud earrings, chandelier earrings, button earrings, dangle earrings and even safety pins! The most classic models are the slave and Creole styles as gold hoops. (more…)
A long way from being sold only at the chemist’s, being the poor people’s favourite drink: gin, the spirit of the past, is the newest hype with die-hard fans. Yes, my friends, GIN is IN, it’s the bartender’s favourite! And no, I’m not offering another gin tonic recipe, but a smooth, refreshing gin cocktail for a warm summer day, let me surprise you. (more…)
Last year, with no knowledge at all of how to, we pruned our plum tree, with as result: a non-fruit bearing tree that year. But our sturdy wild plum tree, doesn’t see this as a set back, in the excruciating heat we have here at the moment, it decided to produce an extra load of plums this year. Seeing its green foliage filled with yellow dots, we knew jam making was ahead, even with temperatures of 35° in the shade (on the terrace). Luckily we have my daughter, her family and a friend, all of them willing to volunteer harvesting our plums. (more…)
Every Sunday we’re out searching treasures on the available boot fairs in our region, as now is the time for local markets to thrive. Once in while you stumble on an item you’d never expect to find on a “vide grenier”, a boot fair… Ironically the four-leaf clover is the symbol of good luck, imagine finding one and discovering its value. We stumbled onto a 1980 vintage Yves Saint Laurent Gripoix four-leaf clover heart pin.