One day in the French countryside
• A day in the French countryside
Hello! My name is Hope, I am 45 years, 16 of which I live in France, since my childhood I wanted to be a housewife and finally realized her dream.
My husband and two cats, and like one another (cat). Husband spends his life on airplanes, and I do the housework. Fourteen years ago, we bought an old farm in the foothills, and that's just finished in general to restore its own forces. This included pouring concrete floors, plaster walls and tiling, electricity and water supply, construction of walls made of stone and drag the hands of hundreds of tons of earth and gravel. And ninety percent of the furniture in the house, too, of our production. But, however, you'll see for yourself.
Today, September 18, 2014, Thursday. Location - the farm with a population of thirty people in the south of France, eighty kilometers from Toulouse.
The main character - a cat Saffron Maine coon, young and energetic, is very affectionate and sociable. Underground nickname - FIPD.
In the morning, before the first cup of coffee, I can play the role of a zombie in a horror movie without any makeup. In the bedroom, we have no gadgets, except e-reader, and Service husband is hiding deep in a bedside shelf. Therefore, while I check the kitchen. I usually get up with the sun, when the light begins to break through the curtains. Now it dawns in the area of half of the eighth.
The first morning cappuccino.
And here is the sun, by the way. The weather promises to be good.
Cat Saffron already on duty, waiting to be let out for a walk. Usually, he spends the night, spread a rug in front of the door to the bedroom, and the first thing I have to do in the morning - it long and hard to scratch. Otherwise, he loses faith in humanity.
shower, brushing your teeth - and get to work.
Today is Thursday, the day when the re-make the bed. Do not ask why. Historically.
Then - laundry. Unload one load another, folded third and download first. I do not know where so many laundry is taken. Samozarozhdaetsya?
Race with a vacuum cleaner on the first floor. These cats are very hard paws dragged all the rubbish from the garden, vacuuming is necessary twice a day. With the advent of home here in the form of a vacuum cleaner broom, I realized that all my previous life was miserable vegetating in misery.
After Shafran Elvis woke up and also wants the street. Want it on the street today is fifty times, and then he will want to home as much again, and if you do not satisfy his desire immediately - begin to scratch the door claws. Open upon request. The duties also include housewives and concierge functions.
Change water into vases, dining wipe dust.
Pull up and expanded in linen cabinets.
At a quarter to ten, it's time to drink a second coffee.
I quite forgot! It is necessary to get to the street trash we pick up trash on Thursdays.
At the same time empties the mailbox. Today poor catch: mostly advertising a couple of accounts and my journal.
Meanwhile, the weather suddenly deteriorates, begins to drizzle rain, and I have to change plans on the fly. I water the flowers.
navozhu order in the attic.
I'm preparing a room for guests coming soon.
And check my email.
Yes, it is necessary to show what I look like in working clothes. Selfie - not my strong point, and my husband today in Amsterdam, with the tenth attempt that's left is. It's time to teach cats to press the button of the camera!
move up the perimeter, reached the shops. There is a complete mess, the husband in the process of production of his new desktop computer, which will soon give me the final sanding and finishing. I clear away a few square meters and honed his gardening tools. Sharp spade - the key to successful gardening!
Then, assorted debris in the storage room (here we have yet to make cabinets and shelves), suddenly the window becomes transparent - hurray! Housekeeping can finish, I need urgently to the garden, I have a lot of work out there today.
There are green, fresh and sunny.
Saffron rushes with me.
A couple of years ago in our village there was a joy: old bad mayor voluntarily resigned and was replaced by a very nice man who changed the whole life of the commune. Now we have a lot of social projects, including gardening for preschoolers. We are once a week, along with a kindergarten teacher, and with the help of my neighbors a lesson in the open air: planting, watering, cherenkuem, making bouquets and paintings of flowers and leaves, and then the entire crop goes to kindergarten, where from it prepare all sorts of goodies for the kids. And teach Russian language: hello, please, thank you, goodbye. Required for at least survival.
Today we will have another session with the kids, I plan to plant with them a couple of hundred tulips. But you first need to clear the site and prepare the pit. Saffron walks around.
Even at the fiftieth pit formed on the hands blisters. I mentally curse the author's this blue stuff, which is designed to facilitate the planting bulbs: but guess make a wooden handle over the entire length, so that the sides do not stick pieces of iron - weak? I am more than confident that the vast majority of developers garden tools had never held a shovel in his hands, and the ground have only seen on TV or pictures in books. Remembering a bad word engineers come up with its own version of the tool. It can press foot, where there is a spring that automatically resets the land from the container, and even wi-fi and coffee maker. And dynamics. We ought to be patented.
Saffron trying to dig pits behind me, we have to talk to him a special vospitatelskim voice. He is offended.
scope of work for the kids ready, I moved to another corner of the garden, where it is necessary to do the weeding and cutting the curbs. I leave it there until the tools and go for a third of a cup of coffee.
On the way to see what remains to be done until the fall.
This palm trees for 14 years, I have planted their seeds.
For the first half, we must hurry.
On the terrace in front of the house for dinner it gets too hot, sit down in the shade of coffee and a cigarette.
Then, very quickly finish the cleaning of beds ...
... throw scraps in a pile for fire ...
... and rush home to wash and change clothes.
Nobody likes dirty and sweaty, myself included. And the kids - so in particular. They love to pants and flowered strazegi. And pink gloves. Especially girls. Although the boys too.
So, everything is ready, you can begin.
Of course, up to two hundred tulip any three-year-not reach, we put a couple of dozen, and then went to water the previous landing: lettuce, cabbage and cuttings of hydrangeas that made last week.
And check the harvest pumpkins. Leon said that he did not pick up the pumpkin. He says it will take care of Vincent, that's when, together, they might as well take her to kindergarten and eat. Husband sometimes joins us in the rare moments when not on missions, and malyshnya him a lot of respect for what he constantly brings them something interesting. Especially boys: they have at the sight of any wooden craft inflamed eyes. The first question when they come to where the cats? And where is Vincent?
In the watering can is a real struggle. I've got five, and guys sometimes a couple of dozen.
About four kids go, I have a couple of hours I spend in the garden - complete with tulips and other trifles, Saffron responsible for the technical control.
Summer this year has been so rainy that geraniums in large tubs I never watered, there was no such need.
But in September pleased with warm and sunny weather, and although the fall is still not in sight that can be seen on the trees, the air is not yet felt.
This is the view of the part on the garden side of the house. The whole house is in the frame does not fit, from the garden it is not visible behind the trees, and near the lens is not enough width. The stone part - the original construction, more than two centuries ago. Glazed - a former stable and hayloft, here we are all almost completely rebuilt. In the neighboring village, we have a historical association whose members are conducting research in the archives, and then publish them in the monthly magazine published by them also, there is a heading on the history of the houses and their inhabitants. I hope that one day they reach the hands and up to our house, it would be interesting to know his story.
Bells at the church ringing six in the evening, it's time to call it a day. That's just yet to OKOS front lawn and water the flowers in the street all the containers.
O, Elvis went out again into the street!
An attempt to yawn and licked at the same time. Unsuccessful.
Almost seven, while Zumbi. Strength training is enough for me in the garden, but had to get aerobic jumps to the music at home and aqua once a week in a nearby town.
Then again, in the shower, and the next attempt selfie. No, just need to attract cats! Oh, I forgot to say in between the garden and the repair I really love is tasty to drink and eat, but never do this alone. So that the photo staged, so as not to spoil the reputation of a gourmet and an alcoholic. I wonder why among the producers of sparkling wines are so many widows? A mystery of nature. Beginning and ending with a click Ambal. I thought.
At the same time I look through the French news on the "Yahoo". We now have here a circus with horses every day the government arranges another stupidity, French satirist unemployment is not threatened.
Again some small things around the house, if there is in the world is something eternal - it is chaos and the struggle against it. Then, until nine at night I was sorting photos for this post, then remembered to eat something. Refrigerator miraculously empty, but there is a tomato, and the day before yesterday a friend brought the eggs from their chickens and guinea fowl. In the kitchen we remodeled everything inside and out, removed the old floors, stripped the walls, ceilings pereshlifovyvali and so on. Furniture husband's authorship. Moika ordered from Stonebruiser I love big sink, and they no longer produce, all some malomerki.
Tomatoes at us this year at the supermarket just some kryshesnosnye: sweet, nazhoristye, you can eat without anything. But I still add there a little bit of sour cream and mustard.
I Eggs, of course, wash my, do not worry!
I wanted to make fried eggs, guinea fowl eggs but with a very hard shell, unable to break them carefully.
Hunted animals in the house, otherwise the animals will be worn all night in the surrounding fields, and come in the morning all wet and dirty. Animals is clearly dissatisfied, wants to continue the feast.
A quarter past eleven.
husband returned from Holland. Kitty has long been sitting at the door, waiting.
Then run to the bathroom to help me brush my teeth.
A few years ago I picked up a terrible periodontal disease, since brushing your teeth has become a complicated process.
Half past eleven. Husband still sitting in his office, examines the accumulated per day correspondence.
And I personally - to sleep. Just read a little before going to sleep, but I do not have long. Also scheduled for tomorrow a lot of cases, you should try to get up early.
It was a beautiful day, such as I like. Thanks to everyone who stayed with me until the end!