Life at № 42
February in Mazamet has been like Spring. Lots of sun and beautifully mild temperatures hovering around 15 during the day, cooler nights. It’s been very enjoyable but of course something sticks in the back of the mind that this isn’t normal for this time of year. Despite a burst of cold here and there (during which I covered delicate plants with fabric) the polygala myrtifolia have flowered almost non-stop. All years before they had stopped flowering by mid November. Also, we only felt the need to turn the central heating on twice. Other than that it was just the little wood-burning stove we light in the evenings in the red room.
I wonder what this means in the context of the climate in general? Is the warming process actually happening faster than estimated?
In other news:
-The overweight mouse who lived in the greenhouse has died. Mike said that was a good thing because it was a rat – which is a rude thing to say. I saw the murder happen. It was quick. This is the murderer:
-Here at the house there’s work going on in the hallway ceiling at last. We couldn’t find appropriate scaffolding to rent in the area (+- 7 metres tall and slim enough to fit through the stairs) so in the end we had to buy a set from Italy. It’s fabulous and putting it together was fun.
-Mazamet has got a big new LIDL. This type of company does very careful market studies before projects like this. I remember they did the same in Sotogrande way back – and serious growth soon followed.
-Fibre has reached our area and gets installed here at the house today. We have decent internet so I’m not sure what sort of difference it’ll make.
-And also in Mazamet, if you want to buy olives, the best ones are at Provenc’halles, and the most interesting spice mix they have is called Kemia Orientale. The bucket is amazing value at €9.90
-My mood is surprisingly stable and my destructive thinking patterns are under control for the first time ever (in a prolonged sense.) It’s a lot of work to not let myself go down the dark paths, but I’m getting there. Let’s hope it gets easier with time.
Oh, I almost forgot. I got myself (because I’m worth it 🙂 ) a divine little Russian impressionist. The almond blossoms are so real, it’s amazing.
And I leave you with some pretty pictures: