It was a clear crisp morning here in Saint-Aignan. Last night was a different story. There were gusty winds, with hard rain beating against the windows on the west side of the house for an hour or more. It was still coming down when I went to bed at eleven.
I woke up at about 4:00 and was surprised to see moonlight streaming in through the windows. The clouds had blown away and the moon appeared full. It was still up there this morning, as the sun was coming up.
We got another third of an inch of rain yesterday. That brings us up to more than 1½ inches since Saturday. The long hot... well, warm... summer is certainly over now. It is November, after all.
On the walk this morning, I ran into Bruno Ledys out working on his parcels of vines. His big dog Max was with him, and Callie hadn't seen her in a long time and went all submissive. I said to Bruno that it had rained pretty hard last night.
« Apparemment — he said — Je vois ça. » There were big puddles on the road and even down the rows of vines. The leaves are really blowing off the vines now.
"I measured 8 mm in the rain gauge this morning," I told him, "and that means we've had 40 mm here at La Renaudière since Saturday."
« Oui, et c'est très bien », he said. This is just the kind of weather we need to have at this time of year, I guess. And I think more rain is on the way.