A Castle in My Backyard
I don’t really have a castle in my backyard, but doesn’t it sound neat? I think it is the title of a book about someone living in France that I saw once. I do have a chateau near me, if that counts. The oldest part is a ruin now but there is still a part of it that is occupied by renters. The owners of the chateau, I assume possibly aristocrats, sold us our property for our house. Their father is buried in our nearby cemetery and he was a doctor. When I go out walking I always look at the chateau and wonder about its history. An old neighbor told us that it was originally built in the 1600’s. It could have gotten damaged during the revolution as many castles were destroyed then. Today I did a bit of trespassing, just up to the pigeonnier, long an object of my photography. The French built quite elaborate buildings for their pigeons, raising them for their meat and for fertilizer.
Pretty elaborate for a bunch of birds.
The door to enter. The roof has fallen in and the interior is full of trees and bushes.
This is the newer part of the chateau, still inhabited.
The elegant and lovely remains of the old chateau.
We won’t see iris around too much longer.