Tuesday, August 02, 2011

Never A Dull Moment In The Auvergne

It seems implausible, but time seems to pass much quicker in the Auvergne than back in Brooklyn. The days just slip away from me. There are always a thousand little things to start and finish, and I always have that gnawing feeling that not everything will get done.

Monsieur Pardon Me and I have made a list of the chores we need to accomplish here at our house before we return to our regular life in New York.

There is the hallway which needs another coat of paint. (Unfortunately, the new stair rail will have to wait another year since we couldn't find the oak we wanted)
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There is the sanding and oiling of outdoor teak furniture, so that it does not turn gray over the winter.
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The plants need to be pruned, thinned, transplanted.
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...and this being France, of course, there are many meals to prepare.
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Not every moment is spent working, of course. There are plenty of moments to just enjoy the splendid countryside, especially when the rain stops and the fog lifts...
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