Neige

According to the weather report on www.lemonde.fr, it's snowing on our little farm. For my daily French lesson, I print out an article from LeMonde and translate it.

Roger told me yesterday that Blanche and Soixante-Douze are doing well. He spoke with the girls when the forgeron came over Friday night to look at the vanne.

Whenever the sheep hear a car pull in, or a door or shutter open on the house, they run to the corner of their pasture that's closest to the house. Then Blanche yells at the visitor, not because she's playing the role of guard-sheep, but because she thinks that they might bring her a bucket of grain.

Corinne, the caretaker, has the flu, and so her son has been coming down to care for the sheep and the cats. Roger told me that the boy couldn't close the door to the moulin, it has a huge key that looks like it would open the door to a castle, and it's sometimes moody. So St. Roger had to go over and help. I think he's been over to our house four times this past week performing some sort of unpaid task on our behalf.

If you're buying a property in France, make sure that you have a Saint living nearby to save you from all your trials and tribulations. I really don't know how we'd survive without Roger.