bloke moves to france with confused partner and two barking-mad terriers
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
Greenery and redery
A few more snaps from the garden. The big poppies appear to be doing well and four of them have now exploded. At the bottom of the garden, I couldn't resist the temptation to take yet another photo of the house. Looks at its best at this time of year with all that greenery and the pretty irises under the kitchen window. However, Denis (pronounced 'Deni') strimmed neighbour Alain's tall grasses down our dividing line and then thought he'd do us a favour by strimming our tall grasses as well. Ah well, very kind of him but I think I preferred it as it was. I rather like the contrast between tall grass and trimmed lawn. Adds a bit of interest. Luckily he didn't strim the odd few plants that were hidden in the jungle.
Bohemian hermit recluse hiding in the mist-shrouded hills and backwoods of central France; went to art school in the mid-Sixties and never really left; masochistic supporter of Aldershotnil FC; fascinated by the mystery of disappearing odd socks; follically, cosmetically and vertically challenged but horizontally unchallenged, otherwise perfect (it says here); probably one of the luckiest geezers in the whole wide world.