The lost letter reminds me of finding one on the sidewalk this winter- I delivered it the next day, since it was too far out of my way with too little time that evening.
If the photographs are not remarkable, well, things mostly aren’t, but they’re so evocative of a uniquely Gallic rural wintry atmosphere that I’m taken back years ago to a sojourn in more or less your part of the world. We can assume, can we, that your ‘ageing’ themes emphasize the charm of the aged? Long may that last….
Rosemary Kneipp
March 2nd, 2015 at 5:42 pm
The photos are definitely evocative of a unique Gallic rural wintry atmosphere! On the whole, I didn’t think the theme (chosen by an Australian blogger) produced a lot of inspirational photos, with some exceptions of course. I particularly liked Stuart’s entry (he lives down the road from me in Amboise) on http://amboisedailyphoto.blogspot.fr/2015/03/city-daily-photo-theme-day-ageing.html. His photo shows a series of oak barrels with the explanation: “in my photo taken at a vineyard in nearby Vouvray, we have not only the ageing wine but the ageing barrels as well. And like us, it’s all getting better with age.”
A series of little adventures, seemingly commonplace, but adding up to a charming blog post. I can’t wait to see JM’s handiwork in place. I’m super impressed by what he will tackle. My dad once made a silky oak chair for my sister to complete a set she bought which was missing one. I think JM is like that.
As one of the many millions that you so generously shared the lurgy with, I’m still having some off days too. It seems to be when I get cold or have a busy day. Yesterday we went to Noyers and it set me off again with the golfball in the chest. Bah! I passed on the cheery news to our friend JP that he had 90 days to look forward to — he was at the tired and not much appetite stage with it at the bourse.
Rosemary Kneipp
March 2nd, 2015 at 5:46 pm
Well, thank you, Susan. I’m always worried that my posts on living in the country will become boring!
I, too, am amazed at what JM will tackle. How lovely of your Dad to make a silky oak chair for your sister.
I do hope that I didn’t share my lurgy with millions! I’m hoping it was just you and JP as I didn’t set foot out of the house again until I was no longer contagious. I even made my cleaner wear a mask (she preferred that to not coming).
Sorry to hear that the golf ball returned. I had another minor relapse during the weekend but today seems better. Let’s hope it doesn’t really last 90 days but I’m beginning to wonder …
A wonderful description of what you see as ordinary, but for your readers a lovely insight into a ‘normal’ day in Blois.
I hope this flu bug doesn’t travel to Aus.
Rosemary Kneipp
March 3rd, 2015 at 10:01 am
Thank you, Helen. Glad to share.
Susan says a doctor in Australia says it lasts 90 days. I hope he’s a pessimist …
That is quite the walk to the nearest mail box, although when I think about it, it is probably about the same here. I always drop our mail off on the way to work, that is when there is mail to drop off, so I don’t ever think about it.
I’m sorry about your flu! Yuk! My last real flu dates back to over 15 years ago and I was astounded at the toll it took — two weeks off work and two more weeks to really feel up to speed. Hope you get totally well very soon.
Rosemary Kneipp
March 3rd, 2015 at 9:38 pm
Since I work from home and Jean Michel is retired, we don’t drive past a mail box every day, so posting letters is a bit of a nuisance – especially since the box is cleared at 9 am. However, if we can catch the postman when he delivers the mail around 11 am, he is happy to take any letters we need to post.
I certainly hope that you don’t get this flu, but the “peak” is over, thank goodness.
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The lost letter reminds me of finding one on the sidewalk this winter- I delivered it the next day, since it was too far out of my way with too little time that evening.
That was very nice of you William.
If the photographs are not remarkable, well, things mostly aren’t, but they’re so evocative of a uniquely Gallic rural wintry atmosphere that I’m taken back years ago to a sojourn in more or less your part of the world. We can assume, can we, that your ‘ageing’ themes emphasize the charm of the aged? Long may that last….
The photos are definitely evocative of a unique Gallic rural wintry atmosphere! On the whole, I didn’t think the theme (chosen by an Australian blogger) produced a lot of inspirational photos, with some exceptions of course. I particularly liked Stuart’s entry (he lives down the road from me in Amboise) on http://amboisedailyphoto.blogspot.fr/2015/03/city-daily-photo-theme-day-ageing.html. His photo shows a series of oak barrels with the explanation: “in my photo taken at a vineyard in nearby Vouvray, we have not only the ageing wine but the ageing barrels as well. And like us, it’s all getting better with age.”
A series of little adventures, seemingly commonplace, but adding up to a charming blog post. I can’t wait to see JM’s handiwork in place. I’m super impressed by what he will tackle. My dad once made a silky oak chair for my sister to complete a set she bought which was missing one. I think JM is like that.
As one of the many millions that you so generously shared the lurgy with, I’m still having some off days too. It seems to be when I get cold or have a busy day. Yesterday we went to Noyers and it set me off again with the golfball in the chest. Bah! I passed on the cheery news to our friend JP that he had 90 days to look forward to — he was at the tired and not much appetite stage with it at the bourse.
Well, thank you, Susan. I’m always worried that my posts on living in the country will become boring!
I, too, am amazed at what JM will tackle. How lovely of your Dad to make a silky oak chair for your sister.
I do hope that I didn’t share my lurgy with millions! I’m hoping it was just you and JP as I didn’t set foot out of the house again until I was no longer contagious. I even made my cleaner wear a mask (she preferred that to not coming).
Sorry to hear that the golf ball returned. I had another minor relapse during the weekend but today seems better. Let’s hope it doesn’t really last 90 days but I’m beginning to wonder …
A wonderful description of what you see as ordinary, but for your readers a lovely insight into a ‘normal’ day in Blois.
I hope this flu bug doesn’t travel to Aus.
Thank you, Helen. Glad to share.
Susan says a doctor in Australia says it lasts 90 days. I hope he’s a pessimist …
That is quite the walk to the nearest mail box, although when I think about it, it is probably about the same here. I always drop our mail off on the way to work, that is when there is mail to drop off, so I don’t ever think about it.
I’m sorry about your flu! Yuk! My last real flu dates back to over 15 years ago and I was astounded at the toll it took — two weeks off work and two more weeks to really feel up to speed. Hope you get totally well very soon.
Since I work from home and Jean Michel is retired, we don’t drive past a mail box every day, so posting letters is a bit of a nuisance – especially since the box is cleared at 9 am. However, if we can catch the postman when he delivers the mail around 11 am, he is happy to take any letters we need to post.
I certainly hope that you don’t get this flu, but the “peak” is over, thank goodness.
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