Ist of February- I'm still here deep, deep in the countryside of Brittany. Outside it is grey, damp and a wonderful pallett of greens and I'm as blue as a summer sky.
We moved/escaped here in 2003 away from the madness of city life, after all, what could be better Peter worked all over the world, he was away from home for weeks at a time, and I could enjoy the luxury of being a stay at home woman, tending the garden, collecting eggs from the hens and making decorative and delicious jars of chutneys and jams from the orchard, garden and hedgerow, bliss!
Hardly a sound disturbes the tranquility I am sourounded with, the rare tractor, perhaps the dog barking mildly at the postman, on Sunday (in season) the sound of gunfire as the chasse hunt a fox or boar. Is this heaven? Can I say that as we speak I am stirring a pot of stewing leeks with one hand whilst the other smoothes the coat of a stressed cat, clad in my vintage pinny, cashmere socks and glowing country cheeks? No, sorry, I'm so bored I could perform cosmetic surgery on myself without anesthesia!
We moved/escaped here in 2003 away from the madness of city life, after all, what could be better Peter worked all over the world, he was away from home for weeks at a time, and I could enjoy the luxury of being a stay at home woman, tending the garden, collecting eggs from the hens and making decorative and delicious jars of chutneys and jams from the orchard, garden and hedgerow, bliss!
Hardly a sound disturbes the tranquility I am sourounded with, the rare tractor, perhaps the dog barking mildly at the postman, on Sunday (in season) the sound of gunfire as the chasse hunt a fox or boar. Is this heaven? Can I say that as we speak I am stirring a pot of stewing leeks with one hand whilst the other smoothes the coat of a stressed cat, clad in my vintage pinny, cashmere socks and glowing country cheeks? No, sorry, I'm so bored I could perform cosmetic surgery on myself without anesthesia!
