Ready for La France

All is in readiness for my departure to La France this coming Saturday morning. My house-sitters arrive in the early morning, I introduce them to the cats, show them around, answer their queries, and then I am off.


I have weeded out the weeds and the underperformers. I have trimmed and fertilised. I have tracked the trajectory of the sun and moved the 'orchard' into the warm corner. All is ready ...

When I return, I will go for a few more annuals and maybe - maybe - have a try at a 'grosse lizzie' tomato. I am reading 'Hunters and Gatherers' whilst away. That old lady had a wonderful garden in the film. I hope they describe it in the book.

Tirrah ...

Francais en Double Bay

After my second collapse in two weeks I was given these rules by the cardiologist: no driving until further notice; no up and down stairs; no living by yourself. So I am camping out with my daughter and SiL for a few weeks. The cardy cauterized a wayward whatsit that was causing the arrythmia (?sp) and I see him in 10 days. The neurologists are still trying to work out the vertigo and the seizure.

Having a BP reading of 60/40 was not nice ...

A sense of musky velveteen

When I worked at UTS in the first half of 2006, an Italian colleague insisted I try my first ever fresh fig. I was captivated from that moment forward. During my sojourn in the Languedoc last October, figs littered branches and ground alike. The ripe smell of musk clogged my nostrils. I bought me a variety on my return. This be it.