Scones in France, Marigolds and Wigwams

I managed to strike a deal with one of the kind ladies I work for in La Bussiere. Last week I brought her some of my zinnias. This week after my morning of work at her house she gave me some of her Marigolds which I dutifully planted out on my arrival home. Wednesdays are never a very profitable day - the girls have only a half day at school and then we go to Montmorillon for music lessons so we never manage to get a lot done. But we did manage a serving of scones at tea rooms run by an englishwoman called Kim which overlook a very picturesque part of the river. This evening I erected the wigwam for my sweet peas. We both worked late in the garden and ended up barbequing sausages for a quick dinner at about 10pm. We sat outside in the company of Maggie and Avalanche, our dogs, Ollie, the cat - and a rather sweet fat old toad. And I'm not talking about Stephen.