A monthly diary of activities in Susan’s Garden.
Photo heavy, text light, following a natural timeline.
When May left us, spring fruit in hands still on occasion emerging from long sleeves, the work had begun on Susan’s swimming pool. Family were expected, summer temperatures on the horizon and all was well (or if not a well, at least a hole in the ground).
The arrival of M. Santos and his cast of several was keenly anticipated each day. And on occasion the next day. And so on.
Eventually, the forms were set,
The filter installed,
and the garden snake was released into the grass.
The concrete arrived,
and the concrete was poured,
Family arrived from Australia. Waited. And returned to a wetter climate.
By the end of June, the canicule had vented its 43.5c wrath on St Quentin La Poterie - and the pool was still just a painted hole in the ground.
But as with all stories of hellish anticipation and heavenly reward, as I write this, Susan has taken to water as a bee does to lavender.
Andrew fills the pool…
And all is well in Susan’s garden..
