As Tara who runs "The Gallery" has been swamped by…
The novelty of showing photographs from our garden soon wore off. About the same time that actually gardening wore off. I knew it wouldn’t last. I just haven’t got the gardening bug. But coming to France has given me a great excuse to show you the garden of the house we are staying in. That’s it up there in that picture. It’s rather gorgeous, I have to admit. And deep in the south of the Loire.
Where there is field after field of sunflowers. So stunning that you have to stop the car and photograph them. That is my overwhelming memory of driving through France, seeing them all facing in one direction, and it changing as the sun gets higher in the sky.
So here we are, the garden I have been exploring this week. Let me take you on a tour. On one side of the house is a stream:
And on the other side there is evidence that this was actually once a mill, not just a forge. We think there is an old mill pond, gates, and a crank handle.
And hugging the wall of the tunnels is the most beautiful hydrangea bush:
So there you have it, our little French Idyll.