Friday, January 27, 2012

Such nostalgia...


Just got a lovely card from Catherine, who now lives with husband Jean-Claude in the house on the left of the church, one of the many buildings on the family property.  At that time they lived in the big manor house, out of sight on the right of the church.  They gave me and Philip our own little house down the road, and we stayed there while the divorce was going through.  I will never forget such generosity - they took a complete stranger with a three-year-old child into the bosom of their family, and supported us financially till I started working as a gynaecologist's receptionist in a nearby town.


I googled and found this picture. I also found this article about Virginie, one of their two daughters:


A native of Neuilly-sur-Seine (92), Virginie Bouchard represents the 4th generation of producers. After secondary school (in Chartres), she graduated from the University of Paris VI with a master’s degree in biology and continued her studies at the University of Rennes where she earned a master’s degree and PhD in ecology. At 27, she was a researcher and lecturer at the University of Ohio in the USA. Thirteen years later, back in France with her husband Julio, in 2010, she took over the family business, driven by her passion for plants, nature and the environment.


I am the 4th generation of producers on the current farm, which represents about 230 hectares. The farm only produced cereal crops originally. Then my father Jean-Claude and my mother Catherine decided to diversify with a production of sweet corn, fruit, vegetables, baby leaf salads and edible flowers spread over about twenty hectares, with fourteen for sweet corn. In the 1970s, my father went to the USA at the request of the French Ministry of Agriculture to find out about growing sweet corn. Similarly, many years ago, he was also the first to produce baby vegetables and other crops like broccoli and bok choy. When I came back to France in 2010, I wanted to take over the market garden business with my husband Julio, who was also at university in the USA.


The flagship products of our production are sweet corn, edible flowers representing about thirty varieties (nasturtium, wild pansy, purple pansy, marigold, chrysanthemum, borage, etc.) which are highly sought after in gastronomy. Edible flowers turn gastronomy into a bouquet of flavours. There are not many of us producing them in France. We also have baby leaf salads (purslane, mixed greens, rocket, mizuna, mustard, ice plant, spinach, cordifole, etc.), representing a good fifteen varieties. These are niche products, primarily sought after by a clientele of top-of-the-line restaurants for the most part. Our production is subject to important rotations, for example, nasturtium has three or four rotations per year, like borage. The same is true for the baby leaf salads. We work outdoors, under tunnel or under glass too, which means we can have year-round production. We also have other productions like round zucchini, rhubarb, etc. We work on the principle of reasoned agriculture and integrated pest control, particularly for the edible flowers which are subject to attacks by greenfly and spiders.


http://www.rungismarket.com/en/vert/portraits_producteurs/VirginieBouchard.asp

I am still in touch with Jackie (a penfriend from school days), who, with her husband Maxime, first took Philip and me in.  The day we arrived, I looked in the local newspaper and saw an ad for a secretary on a nearby property, and applied for the job.  During the interview I realised I wouldn't be able to do the work as I am dyscalculic, but that didn't bother Jean-Claude, who asked, 'What can you do?' and invited me to go and live with them and teach the four children English.  'Would you like to live with us, or have a house of your own?' he asked.  I chose a house of our own.  What a fairy story...


Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Raining again


Sydney weather has been absolutely extraordinary this summer.  There has been only one hot day!!!!!!  The pool is almost overflowing, but I'll leave it for Philip to pump out when he gets home from work as I tried once and nearly emptied the pool as the valve got stuck.  Talk about panic.

I've just had my Japanese lesson and am quite pleased with my progress.  Will now go and watch some more tennis.  Mind you, it's been very hot in Melbourne, where the players are sweating.

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Goodbye Marjorie


Yesterday I received a sad email from the daughter of a penpal, telling me her mother passed away on 17 January.  Marjorie and I had exchanged snailmail Christmas cards as usual
and I'd emailed her on the 7th January, with HAPPY NEW YEAR as the subject.  Unfortunately, it was not to be.

Marjorie and I started exchanging emails in March 2002.  She lived in Chester, England, with her daughter and grandchildren.

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Catch-up on emails day

I think getting behind with emails is one of my biggest problems and I constantly feel guilty.  It's really nobody's fault but my own, as I'm forever subscribing to things that interest me, then, when I receive emails from them which need reading, I simply don't have time.  But I plan to do it later, so don't delete them, and before I know it, the In box is chockablock.  You are all probably exactly the same.  Unless you have a lot more self-control than is normal.


A few moments ago I was thrown into your blog, Winifred, and as I commented there, there's no explaining the mind of a computer!!!  You can guarantee that if I'm looking for it I won't be able to find it, yet I'm directed there practically in mid-sentence of my own.  Must say I did enjoy your hat story.


Here's my gorgeous girl in a shot I took the other night when she was sitting in a funny position that made her look very fat:




Saturday, January 14, 2012

Steaming happily through life...


Winifred, I loved the train power point thingo you sent me.  Wonderful shots with pertinent philosophical sayings accompanying each one.  I'm over the moon that I actually managed to get one of the photos in here.  (Yes, Michael, in spite of your wonderfully clear instructions, I amaze myself every time I get it to work!  My biggest problem, it appears, is retrieving the folder where I file the particular photo.  It's not as straightforward as it should be, because sometimes the files simply refuse to be found.  This one took a bit of doing, but I found it in the end.)


Our weather continues to be mighty peculiar.  The other day Emma invited her little next door neighbour to come in for a swim in the afternoon, and was very unhappy when a gale blew up and made it too dangerous, and anyway, the pool rapidly filled with bark blown from the trees.  I just noticed this huge amount of bark is turning the water brown, as we still haven't fished it out.


I've been watching the tennis over the past couple of weeks and on Monday the Australian Open begins, so I'll no doubt be glued to the telly again.

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Yes, Winifred and Frank, I know how quickly languages disappear when you don't constantly use them.  I could cry when I think how much Japanese I've forgotten since I did one whole year in 2004.  But I had my first Japanese lesson (of the current period) with Manami's parents this morning and was pleasantly surprised at how relatively easy it is to recall the Hiragani characters, especially as Philip has installed them on the computer and all I have to do is type in the Romaji (English letters) and up pop the characters!!!  Unfortunately the words themselves are almost impossible to remember, especially when they are so long, as in hajimemashite or douitashimashite.  I'm never quite sure if I'm saying, 'You're welcome' or 'What a big nose you have!'


It's interesting what you say about coming back as a rich princess, Winifred.  I have a bit of a fixation with the Duchess of Cambridge and the Crown Princess of Denmark and look up all the gossip about them in the British press.  At least Kate had a few years to get used to being with Wills, but imagine what an instantaneous thing it was for our Mary from Tasmania!!!!  Right out of the blue a date with a handsome foreigner to becoming a queen-in-waiting!!!



Sadly, nobody brought out the Royal Train for me when I went to Newcastle on Monday to have a massage, a banana smoothie ($6.50) with several friends, followed by the real reason for the trip, a dental checkup.  I put the price of the banana smoothie because I think it is outrageous, especially now that bananas cost less than $1 per kilo, no longer  $12-$14 after the cyclone in Queensland.  (A cup of coffee is only about $3.)  This photo is of Hamilton station, from where I left to come home.  (I must say the light is bright.)


Michael, you would be horrified at Australian trains - the journey from Hornsby to Newcastle, about 130 km, takes two hours.  The trains, even the new ones, are covered in graffiti and the passengers are mostly filthy, put their feet on the seats, talk loudly on their mobile phones or allow the whole carriage to suffer their music, even with earplugs.  Consequently I rarely travel by train.  Chop their hands - or ears - off, I say!  A bit of Singaporean discipline would go a long way in Australia.


Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Muffy enjoying the sunshine...


I'm definitely coming back as Muffy in my next life.  Things are fine - I'm relaxing, watching the tennis and generally enjoying life.

Friday, January 6, 2012

Wish me luck!


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I did a whole year of Japanese at TAFE in 2004 and subsequently forgot everything I learnt!  Now I'm forcing myself to start again, but this time it will be much easier as I have Manami and her parents to help.  As from last Wednesday, her parents and I are having week-about English and Japanese lessons here at my place.


I was astonished the other day when Emma recited most of these symbols quite effortlessly!  I had no idea she knew them - picked them up, it seems, from when her mother and grandparents read Japanese stories to her.  Makes me wonder why we have so much difficulty getting our kids to learn the sounds of the 26 letters of our alphabet.  In Australia 46% of adults have difficulty reading a recipe, directions on a bottle of medicine or safety instructions in the work place. Appalling.  (I know it's pretty much the same in UK, US, South Africa, New Zealand - all English-speaking countries.)  2012 is the Year of Reading, so it's a good chance for people like me to do something about it.  Though I must say I'm sick of trying to get through to the universities and departments ofeducation, as this is where the problem lies.  They simply do not teach either student teachers or teachers how to teach reading.


Thanks everybody for your New Year greetings.  So far so good for me.  Life is very relaxed.  Most days I swim, watch the tennis with the volume muted so I can do a bit of Japanese, and sip the odd glass of champagne.  We've had only one hot day this summer!  I had my first swim on Christmas Eve and have had a dip every day since then as the water is OK, even when the outside temperature is only about 22 degrees, as it is right now.


I hope you all have a Happy and Healthy New Year.