New help arrived today as Cillian joined the team briefly, proving to be very handy with the shovel and the watering can. His dad, Herve, has been indispensable, helping as much as he can, bearing in mind he is resting at the moment from an injury. I think we are a splendid team, and am embarassing the French by saying that a lot. Not the French way, I keep being told, but I press on in the name of entente cordiale and some good old affirmation- which, in my view, works the world over.
And so, we now have the Genistas in, the Hydrangeas in, and an impromptu bed of perennials which had to be blended in, and we are waiting for the delivery of the grasses and the leucanthemums. The birches do look better for lashings of water and a trunk-washing, the first time trees in a French village have ever been washed by an Englishman- Andy. The maire was so impressed that photographs were taken and will no doubt turn up, with captions (!), in our village newsletter.
So, we should be all done by midweek next week, assuming our deliveries happen on time. It’s been really good fun, and an exercise in Anglo-French gardening culture which has been unmissable. We are a good team. I am proud of us.