Soar-Dream-France

There's Always More

 

Once we finished up what we could do on the land around the lavoir and the barn, we headed back up to the Mairie to see how everyone else was doing. It was close to noon, but everyone was still working hard. I was impressed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Seeing everyone: chip in together; work hard; bring interesting and very useful tools; share big trucks, trailers, and tractors; meeting up with old and making new friends; and, seeing just how much dirt washed off the building when it was power-washed...was a treat!

 

 

I expected we'd finish and have dejuener (lunch)!

I should have known better.

Of course, it was aperos for all.

Pastis (Ricard) and Kirs were the order of the day, along with some nibbles: chips, saucissons, crackers, nuts, and on and on.

 

 

 

By the time we sat down to eat, I was starving AND feeling no pain.

 

I might have been high on the kirs, but after so long of a time without seeing so many of my friends and neighbors; I was higher on the people! 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Riding up to the Mairie with Andre, it was still foggy along the road and I teased: "Pas de soleil, aujourd'hui?"

 

 

Andre shook his head and pointed finger at me and said: "Ah oui, oui, plus tard, plus tard!" Sure enough, we began aperos in the shade and soon we were able to move across the road to the sunshine...I'd predicted 2pm, but it was 1:30...pretty close.

 

 

As great as the warmth of friends, sunshine and cassis was feeling; I had moments of thinking maybe I should just go home and not have dejeuner with everyone. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I decided to soldier on; achy, drunk and tired.

These are the days when I know that I am really part of the village.

 

It's important to me, and I was really glad I stayed! Are you ready for un repas de midi? 

 

Join me tomorrow!

Happy Monday!

 

A True Village Event!

 

Andre and I headed down to the land and the lavoir to begin our job. It wasn't too long and Gerard arrived to help us too.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Two men with the proper equipment in overalls and coveralls made pretty quick work of the land, but then the bigger job began...sorting out the wagon.

 

They traded their physical strength for brain strength and were able to do what I don't think I could have ever done on my own: find all the pieces of the wagon that were spread under grass and weeds all over the land AND get the bed of the wagon moved and lifted. 

 

It quickly became apparent that the bed of the wagon was not only heavy, but cumbersome shape-wise.

The heavy iron supports still in place were even heavier than expected.

In no time, Andre had problem-solved the metal piece and he and Gerard were able to lift it and position it against the far stone embankment.

They quickly got that area all cleaned up.

 

 

 

 

Andre headed over to the barn to do a little more over there. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Gerard headed over to the inside of the lavoir to get some of the foliage that goes crazy down there!

 

 

 

I did a little pruning and cutting along the tracks. Then Francis appeared and continued on a bit further along the side of the barn with Andre. It seemed he had a different kind of tool that could be directed and not swept.

You can tell, I don't have a clue!

 

 

As we finished up, Chrsitiane came down with a couple other people and looked at what was there that needed to be taken to the dump. I confess, I don't have photos of our finished product yet...the rest of the day got away from me with aperos and lunh so I'll have to share our finished project photos for another time. That may even wait until after other work, apero and lunch photos. It was a busy day!

 

Happy Sunday!

 

Between Walking Out the Door and Home Again

 

When I walked out the back terrace door and locked up this morning, I had two missions: Ibuprophen at the Pharmacie and a few odds and ends at the Petit Casino.

Somewhere along the road between home and Cajarc, I thought about getting some greeting cards at the Presse.

As I got closer, a coffee at La Pause sounded good too. 

 

 

After I beat the crowd at the Pharmacie by going there first, I walked my bike over to the Presse. I only needed an anniversary card for my sister and her husband (Anniversaire de Mariage as they call it here), but I came out with post cards, scotch tape, ink pens, and a greeting card that has a Lola on the front.

 

This intended under 5euro pit-stop quickly surpassed 20. 

 

It's always fun to cross the street from the Presse over to La Pause and have a grand creme while I write my cards. If I plan it right, I can write them AND put them at La Poste before I head home.

Dropping my card at La Poste, I was coming from the opposite direction than usual. The Cajarc Mairie was directly in front of me, as was the road up to the church and my favorite St. Therese.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I hadn't been in to see her for a while, so I decided to go. I was saving the Petit Casino for last, so today I wasn't already loaded down with groceries that really get in the way in the church.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I lit my candle and sat in my mask with St. Therese.

 

 

 

That was a first for us.

What wasn't a first, was sharing the many years of gratefulness with her by candlelight and being overcome by the joy and wonder of this life and the small things that continue to mean so much.

 

 

I thought I was finished with recapturing things I love to do. Little did I know that there was going to be another opportunity to get some photos that I'd passed up on earlier trips.

 

 

One of the asparagus fields was covered in very special misty morning kisses, the likes of which I'd never seen before. 

 

 

 

 

 

Any guesses what those kisses might be? (Evelyn...guesses from you wouldn't be fair!)

 

Coming around the bend home; everything was redder, the Chatette and the Chateau were golden, Lola was waiting for me, and I was happy to be in my overalls once more that allowed me to carry a litre bottle of milk in each of my front two pockets up the steps.

 

 

I know, I'm easily entertained...me and St. Therese!

 

 

Happy Tuesday!

 

Separating Strands Entwined

 

 

I've been knowing for a while that I should get out and "de-vine" the front of the Chatette. I struggle so, because I basically love the way it looks. I do know that the ivy definitely needs to be removed, but the red vine is gorgeous in the fall and dies away easily in the winter. Once the vines were making their way up the screen to the bedroom, it was really time! 

I gathered up all my tools and had decided that I would do a window at a time each morning, beginning with the second story one in the photo on the left.

 

 

 

It's tedious work, but I have a system. I ask myself all the time why I enjoy de-vining the cliffs in the back so much, but see this as a chore? 

As you can see from the shot on the right, I made pretty good progress. I decided to just keep working until I got, hot, tired, frustrated, or all of the above. It was an overcast day, so I kept working just until I was tired. It was nice NOT to be hot or frustrated.

I got to the archway of the T-shaped tunnel.

 

 

 

Along the way, I also cleared out this break in the wall from the road in the photo above, along with the moss and vines that were taking over the short road wall too.

It got more and more difficult to separate the ivy from the red vine, but I continued to try. The red vines were more like ponytails blowing in the breeze.

I found I could lift them up and get to the ivy underneath. Still, I had red vine casualties. 

 

 

I realized again as I worked, how much I enjoy touching this place and feeling the stone. It always speaks to me. Somewhere along the times of here, I did less and less of that. I've missed it.

 

 

It's touching stone time again too.

Happy Wednesday!

 

Yesterday's Promise

 

 

Yesterday, I decided to try a different strategy for getting work done outside. I decided to change up my routine and work to my strength. Mornings are my best time of the day. I'm fresh, have energy, and it's cooler. All lead to me being able to get more done. This morning was the day! Join me on a project by the lavoir and a little study of the barn doors for where to start with them. 

By 8am I'd gathered all my necessary tools and headed over. I began on the edge of the lavoir and raked as much away from the stone front a possible.

 

 

In no time, I had a nice sized pile. I've learned that some of these weeds pull out of the ground really easy. I dangled my feet over the edge and went to work.

 

I was able to clear out from the left corner to about 2/3s of the way over to the other corner. My plan was to clear away the weeds and get as far down to the stone as I could.

That meant a lot of raking, pulling, pruning, brushing soil away, and piles.

 

 

 

Once I got it where I wanted it to be, I went and got the lawnmower to cut over everything. Then, I came back with weed-killer. This strategy worked really well over on the stone cliffs, so we'll see how it does here. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We'd come a long way from where we started. Tomorrow...attack the pile and the rest of the other side before I focus on the barn doors.

 

Even though I know that the barn doors need to be varnished and touched up with black iron paint on the big metal nails and bars, I decided to just try today to brush it off and see what plain old wood polish would do. It was easy. It looked pretty, but I really want it to sparkled and stand out, so tomorrow I'll begin with just cleaning off the doors with water.

 

 

 

 

 

 

They are so beautiful. Touching them again carries me back to our early days together when we'd only just begun everything.

 

I need to remember that we are further today than when we started back in 2010, even if we have a lot of catching up to do for all the lost time away.

 

 

I'll share as we go.

I think it's working!

 

 

Happy Thursday!

 

Little Did I Know

 

 

Looking back to 2012, coming up on 10 years next year...I had no idea when Dali, Sammie Cat and I returned to the states during that October so much would change here in Cadrieu.

I knew I needed to work and that Dali and I needed to be together as she was aging.

Then, Dad fell before we even got on the plane to the states and all bets for a easy return sooner than later were off.

 

 

I knew I needed to be stateside to be more easily available to Mom and Dad and the rest of the family. It was the hardest but only decision I could make.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When I look around these days, I am reminded once more that being in a place full time is important.

 

When I was here full time from 2006 to 2012, I was able to take care of things and pay attention to all that was going on with the property.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Some things get away from you and you never seem to be able to get back to where you were. 

 

 

 

I look at these photos from 10 years ago and reflect on the differences of the property from then to now, and the natural evolution of friends and social networks that happen when you're gone.

Life goes on.

I'm feeling on the cusp of understanding and accepting the evolution of place and people here. Factor in the pandemic, and the whole world has changed.

I have moments of feeling like I have a whole new world here now.

 

I realize that I'm building a new and different life for myself here and in the world.

 

 

I'll be seeing where this journey takes me!

 

 

Happy and Reflective Tuesday!

 

Photo Competition Blues

 

 

A still life from the early years of here, my bottomless purple L.L. Bean backpack carried me from the late 90's all the way into 2012 when I was forced to move on to an aquamarine of the same brand.

 

 

This shot and the others that follow here, are some of the photos that I considered or actually included in a monthly themed photo competition.

It's been fun.

No winners so far.

But, it challenges me to look back and reflect.

Maybe I should try a new approach.

These are all photos from the archives that I have tried to fit each monthly category.

 

I haven't actually tried to take new photos that respond to the category description, instead of going into the archives to make something fit that may not.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We shall see.

 

 

 

Happy Thursday!

 

A Side Less Traveled

 

While often on the terrace swing gazing at our "domain" (ha-ha), I am rarely over on this side of the Chatette to scoop photos. Yesterday, I was on a grass cutting mission with my camera in the front pocket of my overalls, so I was ready!

 

With my grass cutting mission a success (if you don't look behind the gas tank where there is a big nasty job), I pulled my phone out of my pocket and had some fun!

 

I was reminded once more, that I really need  to have them come and get this gas tank. I haven't used the gas since 2008, AND after the fire in 2017 I had all of the central heat, pipes, radiators and boiler removed because I didn't plan to use it. 

It is not a gorgeous side of the Chatette, but getting rid of the gas tank would be a considerable improvement in both aesthetics and grass cutting departments!

The addition (smacked on part of the Chatette that doesn't match the rest of the stone) is also having some "issues" that I know need to be addressed, but I'm avoiding while sorting!

We shall see.

 

 

 

For now, I enjoy the beauty of our tunnel and terrace, dreaming of the day when all is as it should be here on the "compound!"

Happy Saturday!

 

An Afternoon of Many Seasons

 

Yesterday, I was on the attack.

The train tracks and the land behind the barn were needing immediate attention since the rain is making another jungle for me.

I didn't get that far.

As I swung my overall-ed legs and hiking-booted feet over the wall to the steps down to the tracks, they needed attention too.

Ash, nettles, moss, and other weeds were running rampant so I started there.

 

 

 

"We" are very pretty when it's all cleaned up.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I started pruning, scraping, digging, raking and pulling.

My aha of the day was that I can actually pull up the dreaded nettles, if I'm properly gloved and clothed to avoid the stings.

I am no longer dreading the monster nettles waiting for me behind and beside the barn in quite the same way!

 

 

 

 

I took a few before photos while I worked.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I already know how stunning "we" can be when we're all cleared and cleaned up. 

 

 

 

I was ready to soldier on, but the weather was not cooperating. An in and out sun couple with on and off rain of varying strengths, made me surrender. The hard rain was the final straw. 

On to the covered terrace where I could continue to finish up potting my flowers from last week.

 

 

 

All that pretty color helps in the midst of the rain storms! 

Happy Thursday!

 

A Figeac Favorite

 

It's pretty bad when you realize that you are repeating old stories. The best part of that realization is that it's truly wonderful that I have those memories and experiences of almost 20 years ago now, to tell!

I have been stopping in at La Cazelle since that first summer here during 2002.

Initially, it was to rest my can of "vernis" on the table, while I drank a small glass of red wine on my way to the bus home after a shop at Weldom.

Of course, I was in my short overalls.

 

 

 

Over the years, it became a stop for a wine with my Carrefour groceries and then I began having lunch there with friends. It became a lunch place of choice for Jane and I.

After the 2017 fire, I "invited" a group of friends there for lunch on the patio to say thank you for all of their help and support during those difficult post fire times.

Now, I have a feeling Jane and I will be surrendering McDonald's and finding more time to stop in to see Marc and have a true dejeuner at La Cazelle.

I'll have to check it out and see if and how it's going there. 

 

 

I will keep you posted on La Cazelle and many of the other old restaurant and coffee "haunts" as re-opening unfolds. 

Let's hope everything goes well as more people get vaccinated.

 

 

 

Happy Wednesday!

 

(*All photos included in this piece were taken in previous years, not this season.)