It is currently midwinter at the Château. During this season the days are far too short while the dark nights, lengthy and long lived, slowly pass. Snowfall has been seldom seen and this remarkable shortfall has become the wanting and waiting of village chit-chat far and wide.
In this soft lull, spring seems to have suddenly stepped in untimely out of turn. Dotting in all directions blossom has begun to embroider the landscape as the very first perennials pageant and crown the valley in all different colours…
Daffodils
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beneath the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
William Wordsworth
Wrapped in nature’s warmth, we have set about full steam ahead in the gardens to keep up with the flurry of this change of seasons. Our attention this year is centred around cleaning the Château woodlands and preparing the soil for the future - laying the flora foundations for years to come.
Oh by the way, it seemed the village chatter also rumbled and grumbled about the ivy growing on the outside walls of the Château’s parkland. So, we all set about clearing and tidying up…
Meanwhile inside the Château, naturally as with every season life has been all about the delicious produce. And so, we have been baking, icing and decorating and cooking, curing and glazing.
After all, when in France…
With lots of love,
Karina x
