Â Yes, here we are, back in Provence. My time in the States all seems like a dream now. The first week back I had very vivid dreams of my grandchildren, especially Micah, probably because I spent the most time with him, even in the wee hours of the morning when he wanted a bottle. Once I put him in bed with me and he wiggled all over the place, talked in his sleep, put his head up to see who was there with him and he even managed to pee on the bed that I had just changed so I got to wash the comforter and sheets again.
Â We decided to come and check on the house here, put away all of the watering hoses before the cold weather comes and I was hoping to get some fall planting done. I have discovered that you don’t plant iris bulbs in the autumn but in August and I couldn’t find any for sale anywhere. Apparantly, iris is a specializedÂ thing in the nursery world here and isn’t sold by any random nursery. Maybe next year. I also wanted to plant some more lavender but we were told it was too early for that. We may be back in January for a week or so and maybe I can get it done then. I managed to buy one rose bush. I hope it will survive while we are gone as we can’t leave on a watering system. Just one of the problems of not living in a home year round.
Â On another note, I find that France has totally spoiled me when it comes to food. I found that I no longer like American wine or cheese. And everything tasted either too sweet or too salty to me. I was really surprised to see how much processed food is sold, and eaten, in the States. It’s all that my grandchildren wanted to eat. I find that I eat much more natural food here in France and that I cook most things from scratch. I do use cannedÂ vegetables occasionally and I keep a frozen pizza or two in the freezer and I use already prepared pie dough. Maybe all of this has to do with the amount of obesity in the States. It’s catching on here.
A few photos of cheese and one of bread. You just can’t beat the bread in France.