Flowers

 

Flowers

Nearly there! Curtailment of the markets, and length of journeys, at the moment has meant I’ve had to get plants from the couple of local garden centres, which has restricted my choice of what flowers to plant somewhat. That situation is complicated by the fact I tend to get into argumens with myself about what to buy and plant where; and I tend to lose the arguments. However………..the remaining container on the balcony is now planted, as is another of the hanging baskets, the couple of vacant slots in the front have been filled and the rather careworn pansies from the hanging basket have been reansplanted across the road. What remains is to decide what goes in the one remaining hanging basket and then to find spaces in the back garden for whatever is left over. Even I should be able to manage that. I’ve also got climbing nasturtiums and morning glory seeds sprouting on the kitchen windowsill as well as a couple of pots with chilli plants in them. Alongside the existing pot of chives; I’ll worry about where to put the nasturtiums and morning glory later. The chives supplement the sage, mint, oregano and winter savory in the herb patch in front and I’ve planted some ginger among the itises opposite as an experiment. Mad Englishman indeed! It all makes sense to me (sort of).

Also over is my camera problem so here are a couple of photos, of the the back garden and the clematis and rose in the pot beside the wash-house which I’ve decided to take over from the village auuthorities, 10 yards along the road and opposite my house.

 

Early Summer?

 

Early Summer?

in my last post I said it’s spring but now it may be early summer; the two collide here in a very short space of time. Much depends on the cold Mistral wind. If it’s not blowing or if I am out of it and in the sun it’s early summer; in it I regress to thinking it’s still only spring. Locally grown asparagus and strawberries have arrived in the shops and markets and the same goes for melons grown under glass; but maybe it can’t truly be summer until the apricots arrive. The local orchards have been full of bloom, we just have to wait a while for the fruit to follow. I’ve been putting some fruit, mangos, kiwi fruit, into small jars with fruit alcohol, sufficient for a dessert with friends. In fact extending culinary possibilities for meals with friends has become something of an obsession during the confinements. I think that will probably become increasingly important to my social life in the future.

Gardening

My gardening is progressing slowly. Watering has been the main concern as we have come through the principal time for rain here with the number of times it has rained that you could count on one hand. So I have been watering twice a week. One long trough on the balcony has been planted and one hanging basket. I still have two hanging baskets and various empty slots to fill but am struggling to find the plants I want in among the limited variety available in garden centres and markets. Some successes are showing. The clematis and sclimbing rose against the wash-house 10 yards along the road and opposite my house are in bloom as is one clematis directly opposite. At the back the cotonilla is doing its yellow nut as is the climbing rose, white spring in summer is in bloom as is a red potentilla. So far so good.

Royalty

The funeral of the Duke of Edinburgh gave me cause to reflect on what I really thought and felt about the occasion rather than what every Brit was supposed to. It was a sad occasion, obviously, particularly for the Queen, who looked bereft. But I can’t honestly say that I personally mourned. It is always sad for some when someone dies (John Donne’s No Man Is An Island) but for me it was just a stranger dying.

I’m in favour of the UK having royalty as nominal Head of State rather than a President as I think it offers more for a similar price. But I am very glad to have no part in the extensive royal family and would like to see privileges accorded to the extent of it curtailed. The bargain seems to be that royals are privileged and therefore owe a duty to the state. But duty is a cold word, hardly one to live one’s life by, and few people do. A merely dutiful husband/wife is a cold one. Most people live their lives through their emotions, ambitions and necessity. It is this, perhaps, that is at the root of the brouhaha around Harry and Megan and Diana in the past. If you are born privileged, you are supposed to choose duty above how you wish to live your life. In this respect, the royals are more an institution than a family and it is the institution that rules. I think that maybe countries such as Holland and Denmark have found a better arrangement for the modern world.

I find a bizarre contrast in this with my French friends. They always seem to be more au fait with what is happening in the royal family than I am yet would never want a royals as Head of State in France. There is privilege in France, plenty of it, but not associated with royalty and generally resented by those who don’t have it. The «peuple» in France, which can be lossely translated as the working classes, seem to me to be much more conscious of their collective power and jealous of their rights than their English counterparts and much quicker to protest if they think them infringed. The working classes in the UK seem somehow more deferrent to privilege; protest in the U>k is token; in France it is designed to disrupt. History, no doubt, accounts for these differences but my sympathies are with the French version of protest.  Show them that you mean business..

Travelling On Youtube

I’ve mentioned before that during lockdowns I’ve watched a lot more videos on Youtube, on archaeology, politics, and for cooking ideas but also to revisit places from my travelling days. Travelling is on hold for most people now (apart from the thousands coming into Heathrow during the UK lockdown) but I’ve indulged in nostalgia and been hugely disappointed. Not that I’m likely ever to see those places again but now I don’t want to. I stayed for a week on Samosir island in Lake Toba, Sumatra, a primitive paradise among kind, gentle people. There was no running water and no electricity but there were the «cleaner fish» in the lake and it was bliss. Now there are packaged tours there, with all that that implies. I stayed a similar time in a hut on an unspoiled, almost empty beach in Phuket where now there are hotels, swimming pools and loungers. I slept in a cave in Petra and danced the evening away with Bedouin around a camp fire; now it is no longer permissible to sleep in the caves and the Bedouin can no longer graze their camels and goats there. So it has been disappointing to revisit these places, even vicariously, but I am even more glad I visited them when I did.

Spring Is In The Air

 

It’s Spring!

The weather over the past week has been brilliant, warm and sunny with temperatures around 20 degrees in the sun in the middle of the day. Next week is predicted to be cooler but hopefully not too much so. Maybe it will rain, we could certainly do with some. Having decided to start watering a couple of weeks back I’ve found that some plants that I thought were dead have shown new shoots; so if I want to keep them alive, as I do, I have to keep on watering. It turns out that I had very few plants die over the winter so I don’t have a lot to replace.

Gardening 

I’m particularly pleased with my «front garden», the roadside across from my kitchen that I dug up. Only a half-dozen of the 20 or so irises I planted bloomed last year but this year almost all have. Allied to the daffodil and narcissi bulbs I planted last autumn, they have made a great display. I’m now thinking of trying to grow some ginger among them over the summer. It will be an interesting experiment. All my clematis (a dozen or so) bar possibly one seem to have survived and the only significant failure seems to be the grape vine in the back garden. That was very unexpected and as there is a climbing rose and a clematis growing through it I’ll probably have to leave the dead stems where they are. Nick, an English friend who has now departed for pastures new, left me some low rectangular pots, two of which I put on the front of my balcony filled with daffodil bulbs. These have flowered and so I shall replace them with something that shows up from below; marigolds perhaps, or petunias, I’m not sure. When I decide over the next few days the result will be a list of plants to be acquired in the Vaison market next Tuesday. The back garden, my «jungle», is now complete, so all I need is plants for the three pots in front of my bedroom window and the few spaces to be filled elsewhere. I’m looking forward to fulfilling the expectations of the village of the mad English gardener. Photos will doubtless follow.

Clearout

Spring is a time for spring cleaning and although cleaning other than the essential is not my forte I definitely need a clearout. Departing English friends have left me with a plethora of things that I need to sort out. I have also had at the back of my mind for some time the knowledge that I have a ridiculous number of shoes, pants, socks and jackets (many saved because they’re still OK for gardening – well, it’s only got a small hole, tear, stain in it) that have to be culled. The same goes for technical equipment: bits of old computers, cameras no longer functional, superfluous cables, etc. I need to go to the village dump anyway to get rid of garden debris so a major clearout is indicated. I just have to get down to it……...

Boules

The fine weather has got me playing boules regularly again, mostly in Buis. I’ve been playing reasonably well but with only occasional flashes of consistent good form. The problem I find with a flash of good form one day, producing small miracles, is that people get disappointed if you can’t do the same the next day. Anyway, if the village tournament is cancelled this year as it was last year, that will mean I will have been village champon for four years in succession, surely a record for an Englishman anywhere in France.

What Restrictions?

France is still well and truly under the cosh of COVID but Patrique and Valerie at the Bar du Pont epitomise for me the French attitude to restrictions. Public spaces are closed so where to play boules? Patrique opened the Bar’s garden below the Bar by the river so that we could play boules there; it’s private ground. Although restaurants and cafes have to remain closed, apart from for take-aways, the Bar du Pont can be open for 6 hours per day for newspaper and tobacco sales. Since it can also provide take-aways, you can also get a drink there but you have to take it away, at least as far as the terrace outside. Of course the terrace is officially closed but how do you enclose an open space like that especially if, from behind the bar, you can’t see if anybody is on the terrace or not. Business (not quite) as usual.

The Jab And French Attitudes

I’ve now had one anti-Covid jab and the next is scheduled for a month’s time. The system for applying for a jab here is broken. You have to apply for one by pho ning a number that seems permanently engaged. Friend Jo made a breakthrough by suggesting she, Steve and I go to the vaccination centre in Nyons to see what could be done. When we arrived there were notices that no appointments could be made there. However, a kind nurse said that although she couldn’t give us an appointment she could ask the vaccination centre to phone us, rather than us trying to get through to them. This she did, Jo was phoned the next day and bingo!

This aligns with other anecdotal experiences to bring me to the following conclusion. In France, if an official system is broken, the people working within it know it and understand the difficulties Jo Public faces. Remain respectful and polite but dtermined and officials will themselves try to overcome your difficulties. It seems to highlight for me a difference between officials in France and in the UK. In the UK Jobsworthy seems to rule; in France officials seem inclined to regard their duty to the public more important than their duty to their employer.

The Power Of Ignorance

I resolved a while back to just let UK politics go and not comment. It seems obvious to me what is happening politically there and, I arroganlty feel, if others can’t or don’t want to see it or try to do anything about it, too bad. However I still feel a residual loyalty to the country, as a used-to-be beacon of democracy. The great far-right gamble, which was attempted but has been temporarily halted in the USA, is so far succeeding in the UK and may continue to do so. As an article in The Independent recently pointed out, a lot of people in the UK have seen through the obvious shenanigans by the government but feel powerless to do anything about them and are resigned to them continuing, resulting in apathy. Which is exactly what the government wants for it to remain in power. Satire and ridicule are powerless since the government is already itself a parody of good government.

What the government, and its servile elements in the media have done is to harness the power of ignorance. At any one time, most people are ignorant of a lot of aspects of how things work in practice. These are not necessarily stupid people but ignorant, as they must be, of a lot of things; nobody has the time, let alone the intellect to be anything else. Many people in the UK are just now waking up to what Brexit means in practice. Exploit this ignorance and you can expound all types of fantasy and get away with them. With Her Majesty’s Loyal Opposition in all kinds of disarray, even if you see through the fantasy, what can you do?

Flag waving is all the mode in the UK at present, particularly among the money-grubbing pygmies currently running the country. It needs true patriots to see the danger, to be vocal, to be active and to protest, to prevent the UK’s demise as a country of any worth or standing. The demonstrations of protest in the UK need to continue, if only to combat apathy. Please, Keep Britain Great.

Little Green Men

I never really believed in little green men, even in the depths of lockdown (honestly!). However, a scientifically knowledgeable friend and I have come up with an interesting (for the moment) conjecture. It is known that Einstein was wrong in some aspect of his theories of relativity but not in what aspect. So what if that aspect was the speed of light as a delimiter? The implications would be enormous. Teleporting has been shown to be possible, albeit with only a particle over a matter of yards and the time taken was probably not measurable. No one yet knows whether larger items over longer distances are possible. But what if…………………? Hesienberg said that physics is not only stranger than we think but stranger than we can think. Should be good for a few sessions over aperitifs or digestifs until someone with better knowledge can elucidate.