Les quetsches were this week’s fruit to wish upon. As you know, new fruit of the year, the same wish. (I make the same wish because it’s super important, but you know the rules allow for a different wish for every new fruit.)
We have a quetsche tree in the garden which this year produced exactly three plums, none of which we found until it was too late.Either we’re really stupid or the birds are incredibly intelligent.
Same thing with the three (!) cherry trees although all my friends said their crops were non-existent this year which made me feel better. The apricot tree was barren. As I constantly point out we are sort of like Marie-Antoinette when it comes to our expertise in the jardin — we love the idea of potagers and fruit trees, but we don’t know much about gardening. Unfortunately we do not have the same “staff” she had either; then again, as we all know that didn’t end well.
The week ahead will be full of surprises from my wonderful friends. I promise you lots of entertainment and value-added content. Plus, on Friday, we’ll find out about the murder. . . (If you don’t know what I’m talking about, please scroll back to last Friday.)
A demain my darlingamis.