Just another butterfly

It would be easy to take these days for granted.  It was warm, (at 34 degrees, some would say hot).  We did chores in the morning and  gardened in the afternoon. Later, we hauled our lawnmower into the car to go and cut grass for a friend who is poorly and not able to be here this summer. They have a house in a tourist village and I was quite grumpy when the passers by stared so hard at me as I sweltered in the heat, trying to cut grass and weeds an overgrown bank.  They look at you as if you are an exhibit, as if you are an extra in some big theme park that they have deigned to visit for their holidays.  Anyway, back home in civilisation we cooked pork ribs on the barbecue and served with fried gnocchi, girolles and green beans and Chateau Lacroux.