weekend in the sticks

We started our weekend by taking in the amount of GREEN 

that has appeared in the past two months. 

A view from our upstairs window. 

A shot of our back field through the trees.

In back of the clothes line to the right 

is our neighbor's garden all prim and proper 

with some rice bags protecting his tomato plants.

How's that for some tall green grass...

Another view from the upstairs window....into our toliet outside. The wind blew off the plastic we had rigged up as a roof. Guess that's our sign to get that redone. Have to make an appointment to take all the plastic to the dump....so until then.....

Don't know what Uncle Mark 

would say about BB gun shooting in flip flops, 

but he still hasn't shot his eye out. 

Proof that the grass was in fact quite high. 

And within hours of it being weedwacked our lucious

dense humid field of green was transformed into haylike brown. 

Hard to see with the dim light, 

but if you look close you can see the fruits of our labor. 

Piles and piles of grass.

 Next weekend we need to finish up 

on the other side of the house and along the road. 

Mom, your award winning mobile 

right at the top of the stairs

 can be seen from downstairs and upstairs. 

I LOVE IT.

Some interior shots....

from the morning that we also rediscovered our non rent paying flying ant colony. 

We forgot we had them last year as well. 

We'll see if they survived our spraying in a few days .

My rhubarbe harvest....

Maybe this coming weekend, I'll be able to dig up my garden. 

By then my blisters from raking the grass should be healed over.

A nice stroll after dinner.

 Wish my ferns in Caen looked this good. 

These are like two feet high at least. 

My beloved peonie that my friend Carih gave to me on Mother's day,

 many, many years ago. 

Thanks to this "restaurant style" charcoal, 

we enjoyed, steak, sausages, lamb and some pork chops. 

We don't eat much meat on a weekly basis, 

but leave it to the open space and cute little BBQ to crave some meat. 

The last mug standing. 

Stephane was heartbroken when he dropped the matching one. 

Gifts from Rebecca and Jeff way back when when Alterra coffee still exhisted. 

Our neighbor's cat on their rain gutter....

 And last but not least .... 

No you are not at the Natural History Museum. 

You are outside with me drinking my black tea eating 

breakfast listening to the birds. 

A coucou bird to be exact.

And after many repeated attemps to get my

 MP3 transfered to an MP4 to insert here, 

I have to humbly throw in the towel and let you use your imagination. 

Really too bad, the sound recording was quite something.