My French Country Home by Sharon Santoni

Monday, 20 May 2013

french irises on rooftops





It is iris time here in Normandy, and as well as enjoying them in the garden, we are also happy to admire the purple spires growing on thatched walls and rooftops.




This is a tradition peculiar to our part of Normandy, where there are still craftsmen to thatch, and where we like to add a few succulents and irises to the peak of a thatch covering, so the roots help anchor the reed thatching.









The lifespan of a good thatched roof can attain about  45 years; it is said to keep the house warm in winter and cool in the summer.  When it rains (which it does a lot in Normandy!) only the top layer is humid, the rest remaining dry as the water runs away.

Personally, it works for me.   I love the country charm it adds and the soft palette of colours.

What do you think?  Would you like  a home with flowers growing on the rooftop?!




What is sure is that I loved the outline of this thatched wall, early one  sunny morning this weekend.







 Hope you enjoyed this little glimpse into traditional normandy.  Thank you for your comments over the past days, so sorry I've been too busy to answer all my mails, or comments.  Next week I should do better .....







Sunday, 19 May 2013

christina's loot shoot, - greige comes to Normandy








The weekend has been filled with wisteria and irises and brocante, and all of that shared with the lovely Christina from the blog Greige and her charming Mom, Linda.





This is Christina's second visit here, and Gibson and Ghetto definitely approved her presence ...
and her choice of purchases!




Ghetto and I agreed on this lovely orange sofa, we both wanted it to stay here!









 We had a wonderfully eclectic range of loot, and despite the 'damp' weather, managed to find some great treasure at dealers and at the fairs.




 Christina managed to stay looking gorgeous all weekend, even  after being up and about at dawn, and shopping all morning in the rain!   I'd love to know her secrets!






 If there are things you like here, then drop Christina a line, or keep a very very close eye on her online store, Shop Greige
















And because it is important to me that my brocante clients enjoy driving around this lovely part of Normandy, we also took the time to take a few pictures and stop for a country lunch  ... who says we have to work all the time?!








Yup, I think we can officially declare the weekend a big success!







Friday, 17 May 2013

lost and found ...





 Oh my goodness!  You very nearly didn't get a blog post today, nor any other day for a while.

These two monster pups went missing early yesterday, and I think we lived the most horrible 24 hours we have experienced as  a family.

Posters were photocopied and distributed around the valley; local radio stations ran alerts; the postman and the policemen had pictures of them in their vans; the butchers and the bakers had pictures of them in their store ....even my hairdressers had their picture up on the wall!

Dinner last night was a lifeless affair, nobody chatting, nobody even eating that much...

What made it worse for me was that I was the one who left the gate open.  Oh the incriminating looks that earned me!  Guilt lay heavily on me all night, and at five this morning I was out looking for them again. 

How much we attach ourselves to these fur balls!  It is quite incredible.  How much love and affection we pour on them; how we love their funny ways.  Today they are home and I'd forgive them anything - even if they dig holes in the lawn again!

If you don't have any animals I'm sure that you are rolling your eyes to the ceiling right now in utter disbelief at this blogger's foolishness.  But if you have a cat or a dog or horse that you care for, I hope you'll understand how we felt.

And where were they found in the end?  In the next village along the valley, they had managed to get into the garden of an uninhabited house, and then couldn't find their way back out.  Luckily someone saw our poster and recognised their little mutt faces.


...the weekend can start now ...







lilac time in Normandy







 Why do we love lilac so much?



Because it is so generous?
for its fragrance?
for  its gentle hues?



for the way it invades our valley in May?





or because it passes so quickly?



 
Lilac time in Normandy, where you can't drive
 through a village without seeing 
lilac tumbling over an old stone wall.





I can never resist its charm. 









Watercolour portrait of our house by Patricia von Esche at PVE design



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