Glass of wine with tomato

I was messing around the camera settings on Saturday and took this picture. That green tomato on the table was a casualty of my pruning the other day. It may or may not turn red on the deck. At least the wine is red. In the late afternoon I heard the revving of gas engines (mowers and weed trimmers) along with ripping and cutting noises from down the road. I went out to investigate and ran into our neighbor from Blois. I asked her what all the noise was and she told me that the people in the house next door to her were cleaning up. Ils nettoient, she said, with a big smile on her face.

The sun was in and out during the day on Saturday.

Indeed, when I walked by their house later with Callie, a huge previously overgrown piece of their property had been whacked and mostly cleared. I'm sure the neighbors are happy because they're always talking about how vipères (European viper or adder) and other critters like to live in the overgrown brush. The people who did the cleaning don't live in the house year-round, but they spend a couple of weeks each summer there. My neighbor and I talked a little and then she invited me to gather plums from her yard. We chatted for a while about nothing in particular and picked up little yellow plums that had fallen from one of her trees (they're the really ripe ones). I came home with a nice basket full of them. I should make a tart today.