Cherry Ripe

Another hot sunny day, quite windy too.  This heat is surely building up to a storm later in the week.

Last year the fruit was still within my reach on our young cherry trees but this year I had to persuade Paul to climb a stepladder to pick the few ripe cherries on our tree.  It wasn’t a massive haul but plenty for our lunch time dessert.  

We tried out a new chilled rosé at lunch time so I probably drank a bit more than was wise.  Paul went indoors to watch the Monaco Grand Prix and left me outside on the terrace, sipping my rosé and listening to some gentle jazz.  I drifted off nicely until I awoke and came face to face with a panting, slobbering Diane the Dawg.  She is in her element today as both Philippe and Monique are having lunch parties; it’s the French equivalent of Mother’s Day today.

A pair of swallows have kept me entertained this afternoon, I am constantly amazed at their flying skills.  They have been having fun exploring the barn and are now sitting on the washing line preening their feathers.

We completed and sent off our postal votes for the General Election yesterday.  There is no escape from politics, even in this French idyll.