Halloween brings some of my favorite holiday activities here in the Lot. There are generally pumpkin events that begin with a still life of some kind and end with a jack or jill o'lantern. In years past, Jean had pumpkins, I had pumpkins, or I discovered a pumpkin on the terrace that was a surprise delivery from a friend of mine. This year, I knew the first two were impossible and no surprises arrived, so I had to re-evaluate my pumpkin options. I knew Simone and Auguste had lots of pumpkins, so on one of our morning walks I stopped by to see if I could buy a couple. I clanged the bell outside of their gate, while Evelyn kept Lucie and Dali on their leashes a little further on down the road so as not to disturb their dog. Simone came to the gate smiling ear to ear-kiss-kiss-kiss, and I explained that I wanted to buy pumpkins. I could tell that I wasn't getting my point across in French, when suddenly she said: Oh, Potirons! I was saying Poitirons-me and my mixing of French vowels in strange combinations. She wouldn't take my money, but took me out behind the house where I chose my two. We talked about what I'd do with them...bread, cake, soup and so on, even though she knows me and none of those options would be first on my list. It was sweet because she was worried about me. First, that I would get "sale" (dirty) and second, that they would be too heavy for me to carry home. When I showed her my Popeye muscles and pointed to my already very dirty working overalls (salopettes), she gave up on worrying about me, and just kiss-kiss-kissed me on my way home. They are very beautiful, don't you think?
Claux de Belvezet in Toulonjac
Posted by: Laury Bourgeois | October 31, 2010 at 05:45 AM
How sweet of Simone... must problem using them to decorate the terrace or your window :-) They do worry about you .Can you tell me the name of the restaurant where we had the lovely meal with Jean ... the lovely seafood salad and dessert . Thanks.
Posted by: anne | October 30, 2010 at 02:06 PM