Amanda on September 1st, 2007
Figs

Figs

It is early September and all the children are back at school. The fête tables have been packed away for another year and according to the calendar summer is over – but not here. Fortunately for those of us who have the luck to live and work in this enchanting little corner of France September is usually a particularly hot month, and so it is proving to be. The figs on numerous trees in every garden, potager and country lane are dripping with luscious purple fruit, the roads beneath them a slippery hazard to little old ladies with bent backs, flimsy sticks and bulging marketing baskets. I feel it’s my duty to pick the dropping fruit and relieve the anxiety, so yesterday afternoon I set off with a large basket, a stick and our neighbours dog – who wasn’t invited, but came anyway – to gather the surplus harvest. It’s a bit like blackberrying in the English hedgerows, but without the prickles, with a lot more wasps and very much larger rewards. Read More »

Sunny September Living in France from French Life