Isn't my new rose bush pretty?
I love it. What I'm not loving however is all the work that is going to have to go on around that rose bush. I mean look at it. It's a jungle out there. I'm even scared to let Fifty out in it because the garden might swallow him up whole, never to be heard of again.
Inside, the new house is fairing a bit better. I'm about 90% unpacked at the moment (total guesstimate obviously) but keep getting sidetracked by things like a pig roast (an actual pig on a spit, outside roast), a trip to the market with Papa and Papa's Wife, French rugby (semi-finals are on this weekend which of course means Gatz & Co camped out at chez moi, but at least it didn't mean a trip to Toulouse as Mr. London suggested - and yes, I said Toulouse, not Toulon because that is where it's all going down), and today is La fête des Mères, as in, Mother's Day. (Here's a question for you... why oh why is Mother's Day on a different day in Ireland, France and the U.S.? Do you have any idea how confused I am?)
And since today is La fête des Mères, I'm a little short on time because I need to pop on over to Papa's and help Papa's Wife get ready to host lunch for ten people (we're having Dorado, it' gonna be G O O D ). Papa has decided to do a runner and spend the day with his hunting crew at a party because get this... he said it was OK not to be there for lunch because his wife isn't his mother, and his mother is deceased, so he doesn't need to do anything for La fête des Mères. So yeah, I'm going to go help Papa's Wife out and probably give her some hugs too.
All of this is by way of saying that I'm not really back yet, by that I mean, back to the blog. Hopefully in a few more days I can resume my regular scheduled programming with an unpacked house and a garden that doesn't threaten to swallow up dogs.
So with that, I leave you with this video clip of The Husband's favorite song of the moment which means; 1) it's the soundtrack to the daily dance he performs for me and 2) it's the song that was responsible for his podium dancing in Toulon. Enjoy and feel free to dance along (podium not required).
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Heh. The Husband does a daily dance for you? Is this mandatory? ;-)
ReplyDeleteIs it a French thing where partner's don't feel the need to celebrate and thank the woman who feed, nurtured and cared for their children? It's the second time this week I've heard the lame line "but you're not MY mother" for not doing anything on Mother's Day.
ReplyDeletePoor Papa won't be getting any this week with a comment like that :((
ReplyDeleteHadn't seen that clip before - I can't stop imagining the Husband up on a podium showing off his position un, deux. Phew. C'est beau ça!
Mother's day is never the same anywhere. When we lived in S.Africa, my sister-in-law in Ozz and the parents in the UK we were all over the place!!
ReplyDeleteThat rose is gorgeous but yes as you say lots of work out there:( Diane
Those roses sure are pretty! And Mothers Days is a different day in Australia compared other countries as well. It does get rather confusing! You sound like you've got lots of exciting and fun things planned! And all the best with settling into your new home :) xoxox
ReplyDeleteAHHHHH This song/dance!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteI was at a party last November and THIS happened. Whenever I ask someone French about it, they have no idea what I'm talking about, so chocked it up to being a weird dream.
I guess it wasn't.
Thank you Sara Louise for not making me feel insane.
Catchy little tune :-) Good luck with the unpacking.. don't envy you there.. :-)
ReplyDeleteThat mother's day thing is incredibly confusing. I think it should just be a universal holiday.
ReplyDeleteand... good luck with the rest of your unpacking. And that rose bush - that'll be a fun weekend... or five.
You're living very close to papa and papa's wife now! Love the garden.
ReplyDeletelovely garden
ReplyDeleteAh. looks to me like you are about to join the sisterhood of gardening bloggers, too!
ReplyDeleteGood for you for helping out with Fete de Mere!
The roses are so beautiful! Any plans for that stuff around them?! And fete de mere today! I made a nice Canadian style brunch for the practically belle-mere of mine!
ReplyDeleteI love the little stone wall under the rose.
ReplyDeleteWhen we all go for the universal mother's day, how will it be settled which one is chosen? Or should a neutral date, where no mother's day is celebrated anywhere in the world, be selected?
I LOVE your garden! What a heavenly place with the roses and sunshine. I would never leave, it looks gorgeous as it is!! I am bursting to see photos of the house!!!
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Catchy little tune and dance...I can live without the submachine gun, tho'!
ReplyDeleteGood luck with the final unpacking and weeding, it'll be terrific in the end.
I can't believe you've got three mother's day dates to keep track of, we should start a campaign for International Mother's Day asap!
ReplyDeleteI really love that wall below the rose bush, I think it's lovely as it is too, I like wild unmanicured gardens.
I hope you had a great celebration for Mother's Day. I'm glad to hear the unpacking is going well.
ReplyDeleteWell at least you can get a giggle or two while unpacking if hubby is that entertaining. The question is does he have the video dance moves down?! hee hee. Would love to know what the lyrics are saying! xo
ReplyDeleteMoving never happens quickly--hope you are enjoying your new home there. Fun song--looks like it would be a good aerobic workout!
ReplyDeleteI think we need a video of your hubs doing the dance. Hey, he got on a pink plastic horse!!!
ReplyDeleteahh new dance tunes... my fave, as you know. glad the move is over! good job for being 90%(ish) done so far... it takes me at least 6 months to unpack. *high five
ReplyDeletea pig-roast would definitely side-track moi. hope it wasn't you that had to host!
ReplyDeleteHi 5 for Papa's wife for trooping it through that. If I were her Papa's hunting gun would have gotten broken "ie. chopped in half by Papa's ax" while he was sleeping. Good job stepping up to the job. Hopefully when he came home all giddy from his day out and wanting a little wifey love she'll have informed him that all the wifey love energy got spent towards throwing her own Mother's day lunch. That my friend would be lesson learned.
ReplyDeleteHahaha, the French and their eclectic taste in music. Divine :-)
ReplyDeleteOh - honey - I'm slowly catching up with my blogs. Had to come by and see how the move is going. Have to run downtown for a power lunch and banking biz, but I'm glad I stopped by for my morning shower dance motivation. Happy for you & your new home!
ReplyDeleteMy 6 month old was freakin' fascinated by that video. As in, she quit nursing just to watch it. So strange.
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