Happy September! a month I find particularly pleasant. Our weather has improved, as often happens at the end of the season. August can be drippy and cold, as it was this year, but September usually provides a splendid Indian summer to take us into fall. The light is softer, the days a bit shorter and that poignant sense of endings is in the air.
Day begins with sun shining onto the windows at the front of our house.
The castle glows in the morning sun.
The hills are green.
Across the road, Richard Bourgeois is getting his roof done. Every hundred years or so the tiles need to come off to repair the lath and rafters. Then the old tiles are refitted and any cracked ones replaced. Last year he had the chimney re-pointed. Bruneau and his crew do a very good job. The village seems always to be busy with repairs and upgrades this time of year.
After breakfast has been served and clients have either checked out or gone off for the day, we head up to the garden.
I keep trying to create my ideal border design but always fall short of the mark. Either there is too much bare dirt, or plants are over-grown and crowded. I can't seem to strike the correct balance. I am a slightly impatient gardener, but each new year provides another chance.
Certain flowers bring me such pleasure that they make the failures seem inconsequential. What is summer without sweet peas? The smell, the form, the colors never cease to charm.
We introduced anemones into our garden in the last few years. Each year they get bigger and better. They are not a flower I've cultivated before, but they are quickly becoming cherished residents.
Rick has been working hard on the garden shack. It looks rustic in a good way to my eye. I like the old doors and windows
By next year all the wood will have mellowed and seasoned into a uniform gray color just as our deck has. The whole construction inside and out is rough sawn Douglas fir from the local mill. Our neighbors seem bemused by the design. Roland, who we call Garden man because he has the biggest and neatest garden in the village, calls it a châlet.
While most people in the village grow vegetables, we favor flowers. Little bouquets around the house are one of my favorite parts of summer. Here the roses, sweet peas and lavender sit next to a portrait of the Princess Conti, Sweet peas decorate the breakfast table outside seen in the mirror.
I love the colors of our hydrangeas, the dust rose, yellow-beige and light green. They make nice bouquets fresh or dried. I hang them in our utility room upside down for a couple of weeks after removing from their vase of water, to let them dry. They make nice winter decorations long after the rest of our flowers are a distant memory.
On the way into town to do errands, we pass busy farmers on their tractors, and bales of hay sitting in the fields.
The sun sets on the other side of the house, but casts its last golden rays onto the hills to the southeast.
The August super moon was spectacular.
After all the clients have returned from their wanderings, we go downstairs to turn off the lights and lock the doors.
If we're not too tired we do a little reading in our cozy room, which I call the mouse house, I'm not sure why.