Okay, 3.6ºC this morning: high 30s F. Brrrr. And gray, with rain threatening, and predicted. Time to think of other things. There's still garden work to be done — isn't there always? — but it will have to wait for a week or so, if the MétéoFrance forecasts are to be believed.
We will have our memories of a fine month of March, no matter what. And these pictures, all from yesterday or the day before. Maybe the nice weather will come back when March ends.
So it's time to hunker down again. And cook. Blanquette de veau, that old standard, tomorrow. Did you know that blanquette is the favorite meal of more French people than any other?
Yesterday we took a drive over to Loches. The Leclerc hypermarket had cold frames on sale, and we bought two of them. That way we can get some plants started even before the weather warms up. Radishes, for example. Or mustard greens. Those are a couple of our ideas.
The vineyard owners and workers have been racing to get everything trimmed, tied down, and cleaned up before this next stretch of damp weather moves in (any minute now, they say). So the vines and vineyard plots are tidy in a kind of barren way, waiting for the explosion of green that is bound to come in April and May.
President Sarkozy gave a speech about the economic crisis yesterday. I just heard snippets of it, but in one excerpt he seemed to be saying that he wasn't going to pay attention to all the demonstrators who turned out last week. Instead, he will focus on the famous « majorité silencieuse » — Richard Nixon's Silent Majority, for Pete's sake.
The more things change, the more they stay the same.