Good Friends Are Worth Their Weight In Gold

Our little village house is in the center of the village, thus we have no outdoor space. These old houses from the 1800's weren't built with gardens. In our region, the gardens, or potagers, are on the edges of the village
Last August we were able to buy a good sized potager about 100 meters from our front door. We didn't do anything with it last year as it was too late in the season to grow tomatoes, zucchini, etc. Since the purchase, our neighbor's have taken a great interest in our plans with it (remember we're in a village of 400 people, so there's nothing else to do but take interest in what your neighbors are doing) Having spent a good part of the last two months in the States, it was the last thing on my mind. But I knew it was going to have to be dealt with sooner or later.

Late winter was quite cold here until a couple of weeks ago, then we had a week of warm weather followed by a week of rain. I went to check out the garden two weeks ago to find that it had become a JUNGLE!
Seriously.
The weeds were as high as my chest.


Our neighbor and good friends, Géry and Roberto, suggested that I have a "garden party" which means, ''come and help clean out the garden and I'll give you lunch and some drinks and we'll spend the afternoon in the sun eating and drinking after the work is done'' party. I sent out an email last week and ten of our good friends, I mean very kind and generous, good friends agreed to come help.
The morning kicked off around 10:30, with one running a chainsaw and another running the weed whacker and the rest of us either pulling weeds, raking weeds or clearing weeds. In just one hour the difference was astounding! We were able to finish up by noon and enjoy some lunch and each other's company.

Work in progress.




Looking better.



Relaxing in the sun.


We cannot thank them enough!

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