We have had success with flowers planted around our fake well this year. Why do we have a fake well? You'll have to ask the previous owners of the house. They left it for us when they moved out. It would have been a lot of trouble to pack, I guess.
Walt planted red flax, zinnias, and marigolds around the well this year. They are a dab of color on the green landscape that is our back yard (or garden, if you're British). Inside the well itself we planted mint a couple of years ago and it is flourishing. Yesterday W. used some of it to make mint-chocolate chip ice cream, and it was really good.
Meanwhile, the tomato harvest has started. So far, we're able to keep up. We have had one, exactly one — count it! — ripe red tomato at this point. I guess we'll eat it for lunch. It is a red Roma tomato, though, and therefore better for sauce than salads. It wouldn't make much sauce, I guess.
If the weather improves later this week, as they are predicting it will, we should really start getting ripe tomatoes in real numbers. All the talk on TV — it's August, so nothing much is going on otherwise — is about how November-like our weather has been here in the north of France for the past three days.
There are TV reports about tourists from all over the world who are trudging around Paris, in shorts and tee-shirts, and in the rain. The umbrella has become the "must" fashion accessory. Here in Saint-Aignan, we have so far been spared the heaviest rain, which has fallen in Paris and in the east of France, out toward Strasbourg.
Actually, we could use the rain. The ground is dry. But we're just getting the gray and the chill for now. Chill is an exaggeration — the temperature hit 72ºF yesterday afternoon.