The Joys Of A Rainy Day In The Auvergne

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Our place by the fire


Our little Place in the Auvergne is the loveliest place when the sun shines. If, however, like today, it rains all day, it becomes a wee bit dreary. The old stone walls absorb the humidity like sponges and it becomes cold in the house. Our guests who arrived full of beans on Friday in 85 degree weather have spent the entire day in front of the fireplace and are getting a bit restless. Not only has it been raining since yesterday morning, fog has settled on the landscape and it is impossible to see past the big entrance gate of the garden. Half of the guests just got into the car to aimlessly drive about just to get out of the house, the other is taking a nap after the obligatory hour long lunch with red wine. Yes, all of this is part of a summer in the Auvergne.
Monsieur Le Plumber finally showed up to take care of the problem with the water heater. He laughed when he saw our guests shivering in the kitchen, doing the dishes yet again. I explained to him that he will forever be the hero of any guest who comes to this old farm house if he hooks up a dishwasher for us next year. " Mais oui, on peut le faire" he declared probably wondering why those crazy German/ Americans make such a fuss about a dishwasher. I am sure his wife does not own one in her house.
He must have sensed the discontentment amongst our guests. As he was leaving, he winked at me and said: " Tell them that they predicted better weather in a few days." With that he got into his little white truck and drove off, leaving us on our rainy hill.