The Witch

An elderly friend of ours lives on the fourth floor of a block of apartments in the old part of Cahors. The communal areas, which are semi external, have recently been renovated. "I'm fed up with all these geraniums and flowers" she said when asking for some advice about revitalising her landing. "That Yucca must go, she looks like a Witch". My ears immediately pricked up as I could see her in the new exotic garden, and I suggested that I could take her off her hands. Catherine then commented "but how is she going to get to you, she can't fly on her broom stick?" Well we managed to bundle her into our car even though she was covered in tiling dust from the renovation work.

Yesterday we set about resurrecting her. We firstly removed her broomstick.

Then John removed dead trunks, after all she is over 20 years old. I think more branches need removing but we decided to live with her for a few days before being too drastic.

Then she had a shower.

Finally she was wrapped up for the night as one of our dreaded late frosts was forecast.

Of course the exotic garden has now got to be redesigned!!