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Wednesday, June 24, 2015

Progress

Would update on the new cats, but this is all there is to see:
They are hiding in various places and refuse to come out. So much so that the one hiding in the library will not use the litterbox in the next room, but has peed all over the rug.
Thanks. Appreciate it.
Outdoors, the apricots are getting on. The old tree has plenty this year, but they are very very high up, and the tree is not strong enough to lean a ladder against to go get them. Best I can do is shake the branches and hope what falls doesn't get too badly bruised.



Monday, June 22, 2015

Never satisfied

Why is it that bringing home something large and red like a goat gets no response at all, but creatures cat-sized create a whole hub-bub?
Huh?
Oh!
Oh, it's because they are in fact actual cats.
And the other cat thought she was already The Cat.
Thought that she had finally gotten away with poisoning the others and was set to collect all the catfood and petting from here on out.
Got that.
The whole thing was just a diabolical plot to become Top Cat, by having no other cats around.
And now I've gone and ruined the whole thing.
I guess I should get on home now, and see if everybody is still there.

Last day

Sunday there's the annual community garage sale in Sarrians. A wonder people think they're going to sell any of that stuff. Except the baby clothes, that get outgrown before they're much used. But the rest of the junk? Are you kidding? Do people take it home again and refill their garages, or once it's out of the house it's out for good and goes in the trash?
The farmers market is hidden away among the rows of castoffs, and we fill up on olives and tapenade, and apricots.
I saw a report once on the world's smallest birds, hummingbirds the size of moths. I don't remember where they lived. There are some colorful little beasts that flit very very fast around the flowers at the front of the house. They don't act like insects. Bees, wasps, butterflies: insects usually land to feed, but these hover, so I thought they might be those tiny birds.
So I sat out there with the camera and took dozens of shots to get a handful in focus.


Nah, just a chunky moth.


Saturday, June 20, 2015

There was also a giant metal ant

Saturday we had intended, originally, to have packed up the night before in order to hit the road bright and early and make it to Issoire by 2 for the annual bridge fest there. We like the club in Issoire.
But, well, it's nice down here too; all this sun, and the pool is finally filled and clean and ready to swim in. And we've nearly finished off that great tapenade from the Moroccan at the market, who'll be there again on Sunday but not before. Oh, and the traffic. Weekend traffic on the A7 is just hell.
Tell the cat guy to come around for another couple of days, and we'll go back Monday.

Besides, this way we not only get to sleep in, but there's treasure hunting at the junk market in Villeneuve-lès-Avignon Saturday morning. Where I got my dinosaur last year.

Oooh, look! Stone kitty! Or concrete. There are two, and I could put them like lions at the entrance to my house. But I do not get the kitties after all. They are really heavy. Instead, I bought a goat. The goat is quite light.
There was a rabbit, too. Really a hare, and I would have said giant hare before encountering one in the flesh in Normandy a couple of summers back and realizing they really are that big. A nice bright blue hare, up on its hind legs looking around. If you took the legs off the goat and stood it on its butt and made it blue, the hare would be almost that big.

Friday, June 19, 2015

Friday

Let's go get some more wine.
Vinsobres is one of JP's preferred places for that, though he had never visited the town perched on its hill, only the cellars along the road. So let's fix that.
Yep, lots and lots and lots of vineyards around here. If not vines, then olives or cherries or lavender or salad, or a hundred things.
That's a well, with its little hat.
Not all the direction signs are so nice.
See! Olives and lavender, both at once. The grapes are behind me.

Then it's off for a quick tour of the touristy town of Isle sur Sorgue, where there's a particular shop for olives and all sorts of provençal jams and herbs. It's a cute place, but along one side of the stream just one restaurant after another, and on the other side a solid line of antique & artsy junk places. ooo, I would like to see some of that junk, but darn if it isn't closing time. Well done! I do very much like the submerged ear.

And, it's poppy season. I insist on stopping at this one wheat field particularly invaded by flowers, where my kindly chauffeur waits patiently for me to cross the busy road and slog all the way to the far side of the field in order to have the sun in the right direction.