Eh, oui. It is that time of year.
One of the gorgeous aspects of this house we rent in Provence is its courtyard, half of which is dominated by a giant olive tree, the other through an ancient vine that snakes over a wrought iron trellis. Both provide glorious dappled shade, a precious commodity during this past blaze of a summer.
And while that sun often taunted me into hiding behind closed shutters, it certainly did an enormous amount of good for both the olives – which are looking splendid – and the clusters of hanging grapes that glowed like edible chandeliers.
I remember that the owner of the house had said that the vine is fruitful every other year or so. Last autumn we had been so disappointed when the grapes turned into mildewed globs practically overnight. The harvest then was easy, smelly but easy. Remi extended his trusty trimmer and I was on clean-up crew.
However, this year, well, of course, we wanted to save as much as we could but it was time they came down, not only as they were perfectly ripe but the bees were starting to eat more than we were. So today was the day. Some inner voice suggested that I put on an old t-shirt and Remi blocked off the area from the dogs as grapes are not good for their livers, no matter how much they love the taste.
I rolled open a grocery bag and extended my arms, trying my best to catch the mana from heaven as it rained down, pelting my face, my hands and the pavement. And how I laughed while doing so. It was ridiculous and by the end I looked – if you will excuse me for saying so – rather like a giant had used me for a handkerchief. We recuperated enough grapes so that Remi will be able to make a second go with his jelly, this time promising to actually stir the agar-agar so that we are not stuck with ten pots of rather delicious sauce for ice-cream.
As I am typing, I can see the last rays of the sunset reflecting off of the building en face, the one that they call “Le Chateau” and perhaps it is. As I told Remi earlier today after la vendange was finished, I feel lighter. There is less literally hanging over-head, just the promise of my favorite season in front of me and more importantly, that of some incredibly important visitors arriving within the week.
Let autumn in.
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Happy Labor Day Weekend to those of you that are celebrating…and happy Happy to everyone else…
I guess it really just is my place to be the blog world's lush always with the alcoholic suggestions. Buuuuut make cocktails with that thin grape syrup! I don't know what these grapes taste like so I can't be sure what exactly to suggest. I love the way you write! Good call keeping the dogs roped off. I was working a lot at the salon this weekend on non-client projects. One of which was cleaning the floor (a good hands and knees clean). I created a barricade across the interior door and left Barbie on the rug in my small reception area. Which is where she prefers to lounge as she can patrol both the salon and the front door and street. That is, until she *can't* get in the salon. Then it's the only place she wants to be. As I'm cleaning facing a corner, I hear a swoosh and nails gripping a wet floor. She fox-jumped my tall barricade with ease and landed gracefully on a wet floor. I made the fence taller and repositioned her on the other side. I had accidentally created a fun new game. Hopefully your borders were more secure than mine!
Aren't our boys crazy?! Kipling has been called The Strawberry Thief for a very good reason and Ben loves apricots! But I think that Remy has them beat!!! 😉
I completely agree, Tracy…it is by far my favorite season!
Loree you always have to suffer through the heat for longer than we do and I am sorry for it! The temperature has been much cooler as of late and I feel like I can finally think again!
Oh I am so glad that phrase gets your approval – I nearly cut it for fear of cheesiness!
And I think that Remi outdid himself on the jelly…will keep you posted…
Isn't it true Jackie? And I hope that your olive harvest is first so that I can watch then copy you!!
Merci Deborah. The light is definitely starting to shift and it is such a relief I can't tell you – although I know that you are no stranger to heat! And yes, I am really, really happy about my Mom and Leonard's impending arrival… 🙂
Hmmm…Definitely not the cheese in most homes and usually croissants are only for the weekends or when we have guests! I think that a bit of baguette with butter and jam is pretty common – and TONS of coffee too. Although I am a tea girl myself.
Well, I am so disappointed because we should be canning tomato sauce right now but a virus ripped through the community garden and we lost so much!! We have done an organic treatment and hope to save a few…