Moving from a postage stamp size garden in England to a Nova Scotian plot with trees, wild flowers and some cultured plants, I have decided after four years, that it’s time to add something my own to blend with the wilderness around us.
There had to be a vegetable garden somewhere. After a visit to France and England, their well cared for patches of vegetables made me need one.
So I started here:
Raised beds in a cage to keep the deer out. Please also note my lovely arbor made by good friend Colin Jackman.
I have glossy lettuces
Rows of tasty salad.
Maigolds to keep away the aphids.
Nasturtiums for salads.
I have encouraged the wild flowers that lived here first.
They attract bees and butterflies, who were also here first.
We have giant clover, which the bees enjoy.
Then there are my pots, not within reach of the deer’s hungry chops.
Can’t have a garden without pansies.
As many as I can get hold of.
For my next project, I am getting help from an expert. The lovely Crystal Godfrey . Preparations began in early spring. We are now ready to plant. More to come.
Meanwhile Tommy continues his regular patrols for me. Just in case of unwanted pests.
A brief road trip to Honfleur, situated in a valley between the Seine estuary and the plateau of Pays d’Auge, was like a little piece of heaven.
The Vieux Bassin is where the yachts are parked, while their people stop for dinner.
Rows of tables compete with one another, and the food is wonderful.
Simple and fresh. Why does everything taste so good in France?
The little cobbled streets around the harbour are full of delicious temptations.
I badly wanted that pink handbag, but resisted.
The shop fronts are all designed, and lure you in.
Even tins of tuna fish look attractive.
We are in the heart of Calvados country.
Window boxes are crammed full.
Remember to look up.
It all looks so stylish.
This bell tower is part of St Catherine’s, the largest wooden church in France. The rest of the building is across the road.
Parts of the facade of St Leonard’s church dates back to the 15th and beginning of the 16th centuries.
Everywhere is an invitation for a stop. But this time, I need coffee.
Nothing tastes as good as a double expresso right here in Honfleur.
I came across a number of good looking dogs on my holiday. Here they are
I don’t remember the collie’s name. He came with us on a walk and was a good laugh.
These two yappers travelled with us by boat along Windermere
And this sweet boy was on the return journey.
A fox terrier wanted a game,
Got more than he bargained for.
Teazel has the sweetest personality.
She lives in Normandy, and I guess I am her aunt.
This feisty little terror is always at the local market in his hat.
Dogs join in with everything in France, like these tiny ones having morning coffee.
Another terror, this time a Parson’s Jack Russell saying hello.