After changing our plate number four times & two weeks of many, many boxes, scrubbing & pulling furniture with our trolly, we survived the moving to our home. We're really growing up!
Same but wider view from a different kitchen window.
Every morning I open my window shutters, this view still makes me smile & no matter
how cold it is now, I stay at least a good full minute gazing at the verdant valley below
Every morning I open my window shutters, this view still makes me smile & no matter
how cold it is now, I stay at least a good full minute gazing at the verdant valley below
Home now is a typical 19th century French village house. Around 1835 to be exact and the line of previous owners were tracked down until 1926. We were told they can still scrape a few more years but paperwork & ownership back then were a little bit more complicated. Our old village house, although it shares a wall with the neighbors, is full of charm and answered almost all of our wishes for a house. I would choose a garden over a parking space anytime of the week.
The steps to the garden.
Just learned that a garden is not that necessary for sun & air drying your laundry during winter
Just learned that a garden is not that necessary for sun & air drying your laundry during winter
Still in the same neighborhood, Spéracèdes is a small village of 1,029 inhabitants nestled in between more touristic villages in the border of the Alpes Maritimes & Var regions. So it gets pretty quiet the whole year round which suits us perfectly.
Despite of some surprises on the first few weeks we moved in and the never ending work to be done, there is forever a quest of improving your home anyway. More of an opportunity than regret. Afterall, it's about a 175 years old but most of all, we are finally home!
A robin accompanies me everytime I'm in the garden.
When I sit, he gets closer watching me as if to wait. Now, I never go to the
garden without a few crumbs of baguette. I figured he got the habit from the
former house residents & I'm happy for it.
When I sit, he gets closer watching me as if to wait. Now, I never go to the
garden without a few crumbs of baguette. I figured he got the habit from the
former house residents & I'm happy for it.
November 30, 2011 - Addendum
One day after all the moving in, I was surpirsed after opening our front door to see a woman standing by our little gate, staring at our house. She said not to worry because she used to live here about 30 years ago. She told me stories about our house & apparently, this house goes all the way back than 1835. According to the woman, it was built during the French Revolution (1789-1799). It is good to say that it is a 200 year old house. She also mentioned that the stones on our front door arch are stones shipped from a very old England church. It does have a different stone compared to the rest of the wall. Then they all planted the hedges which explains why they're dying. They're like 30 years old! Including the boungainvillia full of flowers to which she felt a little bitter telling me that the whole time they lived here, it never bloomed.
