Like many people, I love to visit garage sales (in USA), car boot sales (in UK) or flea markets. Here in France they are called a ‘vide grenier’. It literally translates as ’empty attic’. But what makes them different then the American or UK counterpart is that the whole townRead More →
Maggie and George remind me of one of those married couples on tv sitcoms, like All in the Family, Married with Children or The Simpsons… except they are ducks. George could be Sylvester Stallones’ Rocky incarnate. Not a lot going on upstairs, but his heart is fierce and in theRead More →
I love summertime time. It’s that time of summer in France, when temperatures climb to their peak by mid afternoon. Early mornings are still delightfully cool, and my favourite time of the day. The peace and quiet before the village awakens to head on its way to work or theRead More →
For some inexplicable reason barn swallows have decided they like our hallway versus our barn. Go figure. They like to swoop in and out the cat opening in our back door. What daring teases. The cats like to sit on the stairs and watch this. We thought it best toRead More →
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