Mon Jardin. | Parisienne Farmgirl

Mon Jardin.

Well I’m a Red Neck Woman and I ain’t no high class broad, I’m just a product of my raisin’ and I say “Hey y’all and yee-haw…”

Ok, gardening doesnt make you red-neck but I am sure a product of my “raisin’“. Pull Julee away from her Mac, pull me kicking and screaming out of The Back Forty. It must be a Frey thing. I can’t get dirty enough.
I can’t stop. I am addicted. Its only been a few days and we have chain-sawed 3 giant burning bushes, transplanted my cute little Gold Cargo, I have installed 8 Lavenders and 6 Ladies Mantle under my Golden Delicious Apple tree…. Perhaps like in the vinyards my apples will have a hint of lavender to their taste.
Tomorrow morning my potage (kitchen garden) is being dug and then I will proceed to build a stone wall around it (with morter) and 4 pie slice shaped stone raised beds inside. TRES COOL. Aidan is getting a sandbox, the gravel path will take another gentle turn towards the potage and rumor has it that the Polyantha Fairy Roses will go on sale from $24.99 down to $9.95 at the Red Barn at the end of the month. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If I ever move (and my only two options are France or the Farm) two things are going to have to happen. I will only sell to a die-hard gardener. NO ONE is turning my garden into a back yard and I must factor in at least ten grand into the next mortgage to recreate the wonder that is…Mon Jardin.


6 thoughts on “Mon Jardin.”

  1. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! No other way to say it, I’m laughing out loud. Holy hell, nobody better ever say that pictures do not tell the story. Funnier still is that I’ve been at the mac all morning! Yes, no matter what the pundits say we’re all that and a bag of chips.

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