Posted by: kathandroger | September 3, 2017

Where did the summer go?

Suddenly it has all gone. A week ago we had 36 degrees and full sun, and it was imperative to dip in the pool several times a day to keep cool. Working outside was difficult and we all moaned about the heat. Today it was 9 degrees when we got up, and even now the measly 21 seems almost winterish. People are difficult to please, but I guess that September does mean the end of summer, and we should be thankful for the lovely weather we have had over the past few months. A problem with having guests each week is that the time passes so quickly, it seems only yesterday when our neighbours’ field looked like this.IMG_0856Now all is brown and heads have drooped. They remind me of sullen football fans after their team has been beaten in the last minute. We have only a few more weeks booked in the gites and then life will go into winter mode. But each season has its compensations, and it means I can slope off into the workshop and play with my tools. The chimneys have been swept, and the chainsaws sharpened for the new supply of winter logs to be cut. The leaves will soon be falling into the swimming pool and the frosts will kill off all our lovely annual plants. But what am I going on about? It is only early September after all, and it may be that we have another Indian Summer in the next few weeks. The river may suddenly be full of fish that I can catch, unlike the ones that have been laughing at my feeble attempts over the past fortnight, and there may be many more days careering around in the little open top car. But the swallows have started to leave us now, and no more will we be able to see the beautiful bee eaters by the waterside.bee eater 2

It only takes a couple of cold evenings for the typical British pessimism regarding the weather to come to the fore, so I will ignore the cold rain outside and go and pick some nice fresh beans for supper!

On a brighter note, the new Phyllis has arrived. We would call her a Maran in the UK, but in France they are known as Coucou. She is a timid soul, and much smaller than the remaining two of the original trio, and has yet to learn to roost in the hen house, but we expect her to settle down over the next few days.IMG_3834 (2) It will be interesting to find out if she lays the pretty speckled eggs like the British Marans do.

And finally, this is half of our pear crop from this year.IMG_3835The other one was partly eaten by ants but has been rescued for our breakfast tomorrow! No cherries, no apricots, no plums, no peaches, and only a handful of apples, all due to the late frost. How are we going to survive?


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  1. Your fruit crop sounds like ours. I did pick more Chasselas grapes than we’ve ever had today though. Which isn’t saying much — it was a bowlful.

    • Interestingly, lots of our friends not far away from here have had bumper crops this year, especially plums. I guess we both were just unlucky.


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