Posted by: kathandroger | August 11, 2019

English weather at last!

We have had some rain after seemingly endless weeks of hot sun. 15 degrees this morning on the regular trip to Descartes market, and only a few pairs of shorts to be seen. Great news for the garden, and the last desperate attempt I made at sowing some seeds seems to be working, with carrots, turnips and even some late onions showing signs of life.IMG_0927As always, there are some crops which seem to like the heat: here are our squash, which are doing well, and behind them the courgettes and cucumbers, which are in their usual abundance. The tomatoes are only average, but as we have so many plants there will be no shortage, and I hope Kath will make more of her lovely ratatouille this year. Some fruits show signs of sunburn, IMG_0932but the majority are in good condition. Incidentally, I found a dead weasel in the garden a few days ago, killed, I think by our cat Dennis. He was certainly looking very proud of himself, as I understand that weasels can be a very aggressive foe. Anyway, it crossed my mind that my artist friend may want the skeleton of the little beast for one of his creations. Preparing the corpse would be a problem I thought, but the next day the problem was resolving, with hundreds of tiny maggots doing a super job of cleaning flesh from the bone. What a wonder is nature!

I tend to forget a bit about the sheep at this time of the year. Their pasture has been mown to try and reduce the thistles for next year. This is done with an Allen Scythe, which is an attachment to my big rotavator, and I was very pleased with myself to be able to do it in third gear, reducing the time it normally takes as the ground was so dry. Our field of about an acre is next to a huge one of many hundred acres, and whilst I was making my way up and down, with a cutting width of about a metre, my friend and neighbour Emilion was topping his great field with a huge tractor. We smiled and waved at each other, then laughed, but I was finished before him! The flock tend to spend most of the day in their cave, where it is cooler, and feed in the early morning and evening.IMG_0923The four lambs are almost as big as the parents now, but were not sheared, and their coats are a much duller colour. I still occasionally feed them some “sheepnuts” to keep them tame. I have no idea what they contain, but it must be delicious, and they run over to the feeding area as fast as they can when I call them.

The calm of our little road was pleasantly shattered by the sound of horses hooves this morning. IMG_0936I had noticed a vast new congregation of tents, bikes and horses in a local village a couple of days ago, and the roads and tracks have been adorned with arrows in various colours and pointing in various directions. It appears that this is an annual event, held at differing venues and attraction several hundred participants, in carriages, on horseback, on bicycles, and on foot. This year the participants came from 27 different French departments (counties), all intent on enjoying the delights of our little remote area. What a pity it rained! It has stopped now, so I hope everyone has dried out and is no doubt drowning their sorrows at the celebratory meal.


Responses

  1. Lovely post Roger… and isn’t the type of rain a blessing…
    not heavy so that it will run off, but soaking in gently.
    You can almost hear the ground going slurp!

    • Yes, the gentle pleasures of a pitter patter raindrops!


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