The weather today was hot hot hot in the garden of England. It is my Dad's birthday today and so we went out into the countryside for a pub lunch. I may never eat again...
We stopped off for some local wayside cherries on the way back. OK I may eat a cherry or two and am now blogging in the garden whilst enjoying the smell of next door's BBQ.
Tomorrow it's going to be 32, so I think early in and early out of London. One of those days when you are pleased the tube never really took off south of the river..
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...Quot estis in convivio...
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Sounds lovely! It's a bit hotter than that here -- it was too hot to go out in the middle of the day(so I stayed in and blogged!)... The heat here makes me miss my garden in Kent! Enjoy the cherries
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I bet it is...
I got two bags of cherries and took a bag round to those people you know round the corner, who of course have a cherry tree in the garden - so we compared them...
Is there lavender where you are?
Not really, lavender country is more in the Provence/Drome direction, we're stuck with vineyards unfortunately. Of course I feel an obligation to sample the produits régionaux on a regular basis...
...I think we may have a cherry back in Kent: there are several yet unidentified "prunus" which could also be plum but I assumed that if cherries, they would be ornamental (even though all the other trees aren't). We'll be back next week -- will we have missed the cherry season? Cherries are almost finished here which is a great shame, although the cantaloupes are gorgeous. Now *that's* something I'd like to grow back home!
The cherries round the corner were just a little on the tart side on Sunday. THey had netting over the tree to stop the birds getting them. You'll definitely be back for the plums though.
See you next week.
PS you missed 'God Bless our Pope,' tonight.
Bet you don't get that at your EF Mass! Do they have something else instead?
No there's no French version AFAIK -- but we're having our new PP over for lunch on Sunday so will ask him. Our part of town has heard God Bless Our Pope and Faith of Our Fathers, probably more times than they care to: the children have been belting out these (and others) on a regular basis. The narrow stone streets and open windows make for impressive acoustic amplification. As we're on a cultural fault-line between Arab and Gitane areas, you could consider our house a small outpost of the Church Militant. Gives a new meaning to "call to prayer". :-)
See you soon AEx
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