Surprises abound for me in Cadrieu
on a regular basis. We are in what I call "Club Cadrieu" mode around here these days...dinners, apero parties, fêtes, and on and on with something every night. I 'm working very hard on being the "more continental" person my friends are pushing for. At least my head's not in my plate at 10pm and I can now make it to midnight on a second wind. These late nights every night mean that my morning routine has been severely disrupted. It isn't like I'm on a schedule or anything, but Dali and I are walking much later these days. I can no longer boast that she and I are up at the crack of dawn with the farmers and fisherman!
Yesterday morning we took the road along Msr. and Madam Pages's property. You might remember them as the proud owners of Pom-Pom and Pom-Pommette Pages, the donkeys that I've fallen in love with and even pretend are mine from time to time! Dal was off her leash and I was wandering along ahead of her on another planet. All of a sudden Msr. Pages appeared above me with his bucket by the plum tree at the top of the slight incline. He brought me back to earth! "Oh...Bonjour Msr. Pages!" He was picking what I believe are (were) these beautiful goldeny green gage plums. He asked me if I wanted one and pitched one to me when I said yes-fumble for sure-but I scooped it up and teased: "C'est petit dejeuner pour moi!" And then he asked if I wanted more...such a site, Msr. Pages up above me shaking the plum tree with plums raining all over my head. I'm running
around, scooping them up, putting them in every pocket of my overalls and I thought...this is Mardi Gras with plums instead of beads! It's fun to imagine Msr. Pages, in costume, up above me on a Mardi Gras float in New Orleans, reaching into his bucket, pitching plums to the adoring masses below who raise there hands to the sky begging for more...or run around after the float passes and pick up all the goodies that lay on the ground like I did yesterday! I will always love New Orleans. I will always love Mardi Gras. But if I had to choose between bags of plastic beads or overall pockets full of plums, I would have plums in every pocket!
The first two shots are of the plums that were, and this last shot that I like to call "Donkey Daisy" was taken from their road looking up, not the same spot, but very similar to my perspective on Msr. Pages yesterday! Merci Msr. Pages!
Sounds like you're having fun Niels...it's beginning to sound like you'll have to do a visit to France and then maybe all meet in New Orleans as well!
Posted by: Laury Bourgeois | July 30, 2009 at 03:41 PM
Hi Laury and Evelyn, now I'm in Denmark in our farmhouse, wonderful to be here, just having picked sun berries in the garden, but unfortunately no plums !:(, I really love plums, remembering plums in my childhood in Copenhagen, yum ! must consider to plant a plum tree here, and besides this, I hope to go to New Orleans some time, I don't remember if I told you that my wife went there in 71, so overalls greetings from the Danish countryside to the French countryside !
Posted by: Niels Windfeld Lund | July 29, 2009 at 02:45 PM
They are beyond yummy Evelyn...I don't have to worry about fixing them since they are reduced to nothing but pits! I do plan on planting the pits...would love to have a tree of these for my very own!
Posted by: Laury Bourgeois | July 29, 2009 at 01:13 PM
Are they yummy? Do you have a favorite way to fix plums or are you going to collage with them?
Posted by: Evelyn Jackson | July 29, 2009 at 01:04 PM