My husband way up on the ladder, pruning the linden tree
My father collecting the spent linden blossoms
Drying linden blossoms to be used for tea.
How do I spend my days here in France? Well, dear Reader, when I am not at the market, cooking or visiting with my neighbors, my husband and I work. Yes, it is vacation time, but this little stone house from 1866 needs lots of attention. Since the weather has been splendid here, we are taking care of the outside jobs now, postponing those inside the house for a rainy day. So, I have been happily digging and planting in my garden, which is in dire need of attention after a year of neglect.
The linden tree, which my mother planted in the middle of the courtyard in 1975, the year we moved to the United States, needs a trim annually. Balancing high on a ladder, my husband cuts away some lower branches or those which hang too close to the clay tiled roof.
Linden trees have beautiful blossoms which smell wonderfully, but I have never seen ours when it is flowering in late June. The spent blossoms make a wonderful tea, so a few days ago, we sat around the table outside and picked them off the cut branches.
They are now drying in the house.
So you see, dear Reader, though I am in the middle of the country in the smallest of villages, I am not bored. There is always something to occupy me.
*What is it I hear about loud booms being heard in Carroll Gardens? I just got an email from the 76th Precinct telling me about it. That is troubling, but relieved that those loud noises are not gunshots.