My bloggy
fans will know that I have a real problem with the way the French chop their
trees for fire wood and this is an unbelievable responds to my screams of
discontent. This tree has been left
looking like a stranded island in mid-air wondering what on earth is going
on. I spoke to a French Friend about
this ridiculous method of stripping trees to within an inch of their lives and
she explained, with some authority, that there is a new wave of thought and the
younger farmers and arboriculturalists are being less ruthless in their
approach, This tree fella, however, has
not fully appreciated the new wave of thought that suggests a slightly less
brutal attack leaves the tree to recover better, and not to give it a five year
complex about looking ridiculous
We were out
buying welding equipment from le bon coin which always takes us into
unchartered waters. We write down a private home address from a phone call, set
it up in the GPS and just follow the instructions never really knowing where we
are heading. It is a great way to end up in the back and beyond and we have met
lots of interesting people buying second hand stuff. On this particular trip we
passed a Brocante in the middle of nowhere and made a point of popping in on the
way back from our appointment to purchase. The Barn was full of interesting bric-a-brac
and we enjoyed just sifting and poking about looking for a little treasure. We
chatted with the owner who invited us to take a look outside and we found a gentleman welding and
hammering, creating art, and if I were rich I would have bought the lot and put it in my garden.
We had a
second hand gas welding trolley in the boot of the car and I just matter of
fact asked Mike if he could teach me to be a welder so I could make art like
that. I promised to wear the special
glasses, like eclipse day but he just smiled and said, we will see………
I
am not sure how to react when you invite your mates around for a spag bol and
they rush off to the dishcloth draw and cover themselves up like we are about
to battle the bol and attack the spag. Yet another fun evening just food and
friends what more could we ask for
But an early rise the next day, yes the old clock says ten past six and that is in the morning……I had forgotten that time of day existed. But after a few days with us Eric and Gill set off to the UK and left us sitting in the kitchen with the sun still not risen and HOSS wondering at what point he will get his morning walk…..
And finally, just a quick preview of our next project. In 2009 we gave both our Mums a little album with pictures of our garden and our menagerie at the time. We got both the albums back when our Mums died and in the process of going through our photo albums and getting us up to date I came across these two Mum gifts and are now going to create a before and after album 2009 to 2015. We started this garden in 2007 but the difference from then to now is too vast to demonstrate as there are not gardens to relate to. So, with prints in hand we are off with camera poised to try and capture the same angle to appreciate how a garden grows and takes over what was. in the beginning a good design and is now natures interpretation of our original thoughts.
We have decided
that we need to wait for the right season as the pictures here show the same
area in different seasons so we start the project when the leaves are full on
the trees.
You may
think we are a little up our own selves but I have decided that if you don’t
blow your trumpet loud enough then no one will hear about the pleasure and
achievement we have felt creating a garden like this. We are not alone in this
achievement and I can feel a really good TV programme coming on just to
celebrate ordinary people doing great things with little or no previous gardening
experience or vision.
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