Photo taken on a day racket walking (snow shoes), Domaine de Choula, Le Roc.
I arrived home last night (Thursday 8th March) to an injured Ivor, who, on hurtling home on his bicycle had a head-on collision with a mother cycling to school to pick up her child. Ivor went flying after having totally bent the front forks of the woman's bike then apparently picked both himself and the bike up and walked home.
He is a lucky boy, since he was cycling on the wrong side of the road (no, nothing to do with the fact that he is 'English', as he has never lived in the UK). He suffered a nasty graze on his chin and his jaw hurts (not enough to refuse chocolate). He got away lightly.
So begins the 'I don't want to go to school tomorrow' story. No chance mate! You have to be in bed with a fever and vomiting before that happens.
Too early the next morning he calls me from his bedroom - just once. As soon as I am within earshot: "Mum, I can't go to school today............. my jaw hurts............ I can't speak....... French."
HA HA HA! Too Funny. I could see realisation dawn on him - that he was speaking to me.
Bless him. He went to school of course.
Today, Saturday 10th March, I did my first practice graft! Thanks a million to Patrick, the local lad that is teaching me. The cherry laurel (I think) hedge has been subjected to scientific experiment. Happy and lucky me.
I am sure it is obligatory - I did cut myself, just the once.
My first ever experimental graft, Patrick called it a crown graft (greffe en couronne)
He showed me two other types of crown graft too. Very exciting. Plus tomorrow we are off to the garden to do some wild grafting on the wild trees - cherries and hawthorn. Any pip onto any pip and any stone onto any stone.
Meanwhile the boys helped create a potato patch
and the chicken palace II is coming along nicely
and the new seed/planting area in the greenhouse too
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