There is actually quite a bit of progress at the house. Sometime I will show you the attic, which is framed and drywalled. The plumber is there until the end of the project. The electricians are rattling around. Rumors abound that taping and sanding of drywall will begin next week. But, well, they have been promising to plant my bare root fruit trees for what, three months now? I’m getting cranky. I need a break.
This year the Chateau de Chantilly hosted a huge flower show. There were no show gardens but plenty of specialist growers appeared and that is what I needed. Rebecca is busy with the real flower show, the one at Chelsea. She wants to wait until fall to plant. Fine by me. This has all gone on way too long to suit me. I’ll be happy to put all this improving on pause.
Meantime Julien got me to buy him a toy, a tractor mower. I’d love to show you a picture of that, preferably in action, scything down the grass, which is already waist high, but it doesn’t arrive until tomorrow. It’s okay. Chantilly is prettier anyway.