The Garden Came First

When Mme B and I shook on the deal, long before any money changed hands, she gave Lizzie the keys to the garden when she went back to Switzerland in October. It's the type of act that makes a notaire break into a cold sweat. Madame is a trusting soul, but I suppose she also knew that if things didn't work out, at least some work would get done in the neglected garden. There was no hiding the gleam in Lizzie's eye; she couldn't wait to get her mitts on it.

Lizzie and Josh began to turn the garden around last autumn, so this spring we already have some great looking (and tasting) vegetables.

It went from this:



To this:


And I don't even own it yet!
Here's how my garden was named. At Le Couvent, L&A have the bottom garden and the top garden. So the new addition (mine) quickly became known as TopTop. I like it. You can also call the house LFH. If you are a French citizen of Roujan, you probably know it as Le Pigeonnier. All of these are welcomed and acceptable. But 'pigeon trailer' is not.