The French weather map for Saturday, 11 August 2012
We said good-bye to the porteuse de pain — the bread lady — a couple of minutes ago. It was the "see you later" kind of au revoir. She's going on vacation for two weeks starting today. Her parting words, when we wished her a good vacation, were: Et bon courage à vous ! We aren't quite sure how to interpret that. We will have to scramble to keep ourselves in bread for the next 15 jours.
Today's temperatures. 30ºC = 86ºF.
At seven a.m. Callie went crazy barking. It was a montgolfière — a hot-air ballon. When they fly over, dogs all around the area bark wildly. And the dogs get advance warning of the approach — they can hear the whoosh of the gas burner heating the air in the balloon long before we hear it. It always takes us a minute or two to figure out what the panic is about, especially if we are lying in bed half-awake.
Au gré des vents = drifting in the wind
Yesterday morning I got some more gardening done. I tilled up a little plot of loose soil where we will plant carrots and long white radishes this weekend. It was my final tilling chore until late autumn, when we'll clean up the vegetable garden and get it ready to over-winter.