Oh,
I’ve often thought about doing so, and have mentally sketched out several
posts, but none have come to fruition. Today I realised that if this went on much
longer I would imperceptibly become an ex-blogger and I’m really not ready for
that to happen yet. So what has been going
on over the past couple of months in our French neck of the woods?
The
answer is not a great deal. It’s been a very quiet summer, with no visitors staying
this year. DH has been busier than usual at times, dealing with clients’
problems, while I’ve been occupying myself with the usual pleasant round of gardening
and knitting and cooking, with the occasional garden club visit or village fete
thrown in for good measure.
Over
the past few weeks I’ve spent rather a lot of time with my feet up, nursing a
sore leg, and not enough time practising my sadly-neglected clarinet. Because
sitting at the computer with my leg up isn’t easy, reading has tended to be
novels, rather than blogs and I’ve missed too many of your posts. Perhaps I
should treat myself to that tablet after all!
Nevertheless
it’s been another contented summer in our beloved small corner of Normandy. On
the whole the weather has been much better than last year, often sunny and warm,
particularly in July, and occasionally far too hot for us native Northerners.
After the last busy year, with the house move and my broken wrist, we feel
rested and ready for our return to Wales and our autumn activities. Who knows, I
might even manage another post before we leave…
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| Morning mist |
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| Midday haze |
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| Evening clarity |
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| Apple picking time |
