attente
Monday, September 14, 2009
The harvest: Phase Two and Grape Expections in today's story column.
attente (ah-tahnt) noun, feminine
: expectation
"Attente" has other meanings and expressions... Help add to the definition by listing them in the comments box.
contre toute attente = contrary to all expectations
répondre à l'attente de = to live up to someone's expectations
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Dans son souci de répondre à l'attente des visiteurs, elle a bien balayé devant sa porte.... mais le vent s'est levé et les feuilles sont rentrées.
(Help translate this sentence in the comments box. Merci d'avance!)
A Day in a French Life...
by Kristin Espinasse
The following story is for my mom, Jules. We all miss you at this year's harvest. Love, Kristi
Grape Expectations
I can't help wondering what everybody is thinking. By now, all of our volunteer harvesters have arrived, en direct from Amérique!* And they are all here, directly or indirectly, as a result of my on-line journal or blog.
I look around and wonder whether the readers-harvesters are seeing the same thing that I am seeing: a grape farm. I have never been comfortable with the term "vineyard," which conjures up the image of an estate with great Gallic gates, beyond which an imposing Chateau sits pretty sipping tea or brandy.
One thing pretty about our farm is the view: where a sea of grapevines is rivaled only by the Provence Giant in the distance: the sublime Mount Ventoux, now mauve, now blue. I love how the light plays on its colorful French face. To the right, Les Dentelles, stand proud, like the finest French lace.
Otherwise, here at the farm it is no gates, no glamour. A plain dirt road leads up to the no-nonsense cellar. The long building in which we live has been divided up: part of it (the cellar) belongs to twenty-three investors; the other part is our still-needs-paint-in-places home sweet home.
Because our harvesters are volunteers/blog readers, I find it a delicate duty to lay down the law, to point out pesky procedures. But Jean-Marc has no problem issuing pruning shears, passing out seaux*... and pointing, swiftly, to those never-ending vine rows.
The pathetic craver-of-approval in me hopes beyond hope that the readers-harvesters will continue to feel that good cheer that, up until now, they may have felt, virtually, à travers* these stories that you are reading here. But out there (where the unsuspecting harvesters have begun their workday), the wind has picked up, and a cool chill takes the warmth right out of the early morning air. Oy vay!
(And just as you have come here for French terms--and ended up with Yiddish--our volunteer harvesters may have come here seeking la vie en rose*... only to end up with hard labor!)
One of the volunteer harvesters asked, innocently enough, before arriving:
"Have you seen the movie A Good Year?..."
I sensed her anticipation (expectation?) and could not bring myself to answer her question (Yes, I have seen A Good Year... No, it ain't that fancy here!).
This here harvest is not A Good Year but One Hell of Two Weeks. This is not a vineyard *estate* -- but a friend- and family-owned farm with tractors, dust, weeds and very good grapes! There won't be a maid serving pastis on a tray. We are deep in Provence, deep in the dirt and terroir. This is Authentic France, far from movie production sets, but we all have a part to play... in getting those grapes in...to that bottomless grape cart. Oy vay! Oy vay!
Bon courage to our harvesters and please don't throw grapes at me for writing this journal entry. It is never easy to share one's journal with those who inspire its stories. (Perhaps you will get me back, chers lecteurs/vendangeurs?* and share with us here your own impressions.... What say you, dear readers who have remained behind, in the comfort of your home sweet homes, far from the grape grind?)
***
Regarding Photos:
I know, I know: you would love to see photos of the harvest. This, I will try to do! However, it is a little more delicate to publish photos of our harvesters -- given that they are rock stars, and all. On a serious note: because our volunteers have just arrived, I haven't yet had the chance to ask their permission to post photos. Stay tuned.... Meantime:
That's me, a bundle of nerves beneath the composed exterior. I hope everyone is getting enough to eat... I hope everyone enjoyed the pizza party... I know they enjoyed these oriental pastries -- a gift from my lovely Moroccan friend Mariam.
I haven't asked permission to post photos of these three rock stars... and so I'd better play it safe for now. Just call me a wet chicken or scardey cat, or both.
Here. I'll take a chance and post this one. (That's "Charles of the Vines", a.k.a. "Chuck" to the left. I hear he has a blog and I suspect he's capable of posting my photo without asking permission first. So, I'll get him before he gets me! (My brother-in-law Jacques is center and my husband, right.)
Comments are welcome and appreciated. Thank you for using the comments box!
~~~~~~~~~~~~French Vocabulary~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Amérique = America; le seau (m) = bucket; à travers = through, across; la vie (f) en rose = life (behind) rose-tinted lenses, the good life; lecteurs-vendangeurs = readers-harvesters
The Puppies!
Ma fille, Jackie (she'll be eleven for 4 more days!)
Six of one, half a dozen of the other
~~~~~~~~~Shopping~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Diorshow Mascara: super volumizing, lengthening, and curling mascara
Mistral soap : a best-seller! Hand-crafted in the heart of Provence, and made according to a three-hundred year old tradition
"Ville de Paris" & "Service des Egouts" written on these replica Paris Cufflinks
Fleur de Sel. Gathered from the salt beds of Camargue, this subtly flavored salt will add burst of flavor to your food.
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Attentive to the expectations of her guests, she had indeed swept up at the door, but the wind picked up and the leaves came back.
Posted by: carol | Monday, September 14, 2009 at 01:25 PM
une attente also means "a wait" - salle d'attente is a waiting room. Is it my American tin ear or do "l'attente des visiteurs" and "la tante des visiteurs" sound the same?
Posted by: Punch | Monday, September 14, 2009 at 01:37 PM
I'm sure you can extract some good stories from your 'rock stars' when you get to know them better à table in the evenings. I wish I could be part of that team.
Comme d'habitude, beautiful photos - which cépage is it on the opening picture?
Bonne vendange.
Posted by: Jens | Monday, September 14, 2009 at 01:49 PM
a very quick note (haven't read the story yet)... I'm happy you are recording the audio files... you sound great!
Lovely pictures too!
Besos,
Andrea
Posted by: Andrea | Monday, September 14, 2009 at 02:13 PM
Once long ago, in my youth, Daddy decided he would plant a patch of cotton. To this day I can remember the back breaking labor of bending over all day and picking cotton, for all of a penny or so a pound. So I am under no false illusions when it comes to harvesting grapes. However, besides the comraderie and the beautiful view you do have one reward that certainly didn't grace our table... bonne santé à tous!
Posted by: Cindy | Monday, September 14, 2009 at 02:53 PM
I loved Provence with all my heart and soul while there..You keep it fresh on my mind for me..Your daughter is so pretty:) The pups are adorable and you ARE the perfect hostess..Don't fret!!
Posted by: Monique | Monday, September 14, 2009 at 03:00 PM
In this virtual world of ours, the grass will always look greener on the other side of the blog.
Posted by: Diane Scott | Monday, September 14, 2009 at 03:20 PM
Kristin loved your post today, and all the enthusiasm the harvest brings. We harvested Domaine de Manion this past weekend with the same sort of frenzy in the air. Thank goodness for friends and family. VintageGardenGal
Posted by: Bonnie Manion | Monday, September 14, 2009 at 03:59 PM
wish I could have been there...I would have loved to have been a part of it. I've always loved helping my brother with his cranberry harvest....long days and hard work but a great team effort I'm sure similar to what you experience with your grape harvest.
Posted by: Virginia | Monday, September 14, 2009 at 04:02 PM
As one of your biggest blog fans who often dreams of coming over to help out with the harvest, you haven't deterred me one bit. Harvest at Rouge-Bleu is always on my wish list, but perhaps it will be to wield kitchen shears with Kristi rather than cutting shears among the grapes :~.
Posted by: Adele | Monday, September 14, 2009 at 04:11 PM
Perhaps, after the "rock stars," have departed back into their anonymity you could do do a CV photo essay on your "grape farm." Your written description whets my appetite for pictures to aid my visualization as I read posts about your perigrinations about the grounds.
Posted by: Franklin Levin | Monday, September 14, 2009 at 04:18 PM
After visiting your "grape farm" and seeing its lovely view across to les Dentelles and the bald mountain, I briefly entertained thoughts that it would be fun to harvest, but my knees and back quickly spoke up to remind me I would be happier looking at photos of the vendange and reading your stories. happy harvesting!
Posted by: gary | Monday, September 14, 2009 at 04:28 PM
Can I come next year? Please email me! I just found your blog this summer, but one of my first thoughts was "I want to go pick grapes there!" (a life-long dream, along with working in a chocolaterie, a boulangerie, etc.) My only holdback is that my son plays American football, and I don't want to miss his games!
Just finished your book - very entertaining!
Posted by: Traci from MN | Monday, September 14, 2009 at 04:28 PM
The repast looks delicious. Like Adele, I dream of cominh over to help harvest. I also might be tempted to help in the kitchen. Or play with Braise, or just sit and take in the tremendous vistas.
Posted by: martina | Monday, September 14, 2009 at 04:29 PM
Carol: thanks for the translation!
Punch: they sound similar to my ear....
Jens: I don't (er hum...) know which cepage it is.... Hope to see you for a future vendange.
Andrea: muchas gracias (did you notice I spelled that right this time. Just for toi et ta maman :-)
Thank you, Monique... and to Adele (and Virginia) I should point out (re hostessing and kitchen shears: I am not cooking for the harvesters this year, but am only in charge of the family's meals (kids, husband, beau-frère...) The volunteer harvesters are in charge of packing their own lunch for the ten or so days that they are here.) We offer room via shared accomodation (in town, not here at the farm) and board (covering all food expenses), and will have three dinners here. (Traci, Martina, and other interested vendangeurs: Do you all still feel like volunteering to pick grapes? :-)
Cindy: I'm grateful now for the grapes... pas de cotton, thank you very much.
Bonnie: good to know you've finished your harvest. Aaaahhhhh.
Posted by: Kristin | Monday, September 14, 2009 at 04:38 PM
Some day. Sigh.
Posted by: Mary C | Monday, September 14, 2009 at 06:08 PM
Punch, they do sound almost the same. But between "la" and "tante" there should be a microscopic pause. Compare in English "nitrate" (no pause) with "night rate" (tiny pause). Linguists call it "juncture." When one can pick words out of a continuous flow of sound, one is on the way to learning a language well.
I would love to help harvest grapes. I likely won't be able to afford a trip to France for at least several years, probably longer, but if you still need help then, I will plan to include a stop at the grape farm to help with the harvest (so that means one should aim for mid-September?). Meanwhile, will track down some wine and drink it Stateside.
Posted by: Marianne Rankin | Monday, September 14, 2009 at 06:09 PM
Taking care to meet her visitors' expectations, she swept in front of the door.... but the wind came up and the leaves came back.
Posted by: Robert | Monday, September 14, 2009 at 06:27 PM
Looks like fun to me regardless of how much work I am sure it really is! I feel weird reading about your day in a grape farm and I am sitting in an office next to a chemistry lab. I feel schizophrenic!
I hope the harvest goes splendidly!
xoxo
Posted by: mona | Monday, September 14, 2009 at 06:36 PM
Your daughter is lovely. The puppies are precious. Thank you for letting us glimpse inside your life.
Debra
Lilburn, GA
Posted by: Debra Houston | Monday, September 14, 2009 at 06:51 PM
Dear Kristin,
You have, over the years diminished any ideas I may have had that you and J.M. have the glamourous vineyard lifestyle as depicted in books and film. We know how hard each and every one of you work. I think, if I were you, I'd fill the position of feeding the harvesters round the clock over being a harvester (who must be "strong of back" or young). I'm certain that your hospitality and tasty meals are the best part of the day. That said - maybe I'll come by some time and help you cook and serve up the meals!!
Regarding our Word of the Day, attente. A big problem in our household is PROCRASTINATION and this word can depict that nasty habit when used as: laisser un travail en a attente (to leave a piece of work until later).
All the best!
Karen
Posted by: karen | Monday, September 14, 2009 at 07:06 PM
Your daughter is beautiful (the puppies too) and your French pronunciation awesome! Love your stories. Marilina
Posted by: Marilina Santoro | Monday, September 14, 2009 at 07:16 PM
I had to smile at the A Good Year comment...having done two harvests when I was younger I know that farm work is farm work, whether in grapes, olives, peaches or tomatoes....it is you, the soil and the plants....bon chance!
Posted by: joie | Monday, September 14, 2009 at 07:21 PM
How much more breaking to the body is it to sit in my desk chair all day bent over a computer than to crouch and cut vines in the fields of France?! I'm afraid the desk chair is more detrimental - this girl can recover from back-breaking work...but not from a broken heart at a missed experience!!
Sign me up for the next harvest, please!
Rebecca
Posted by: Rebecca | Monday, September 14, 2009 at 07:26 PM
Kristin, you posted a photo on Sat. of a beautiful tree. I'm wondering if it could be a Mountain Ash. We had one at another house and it looked just the same. But I don't know if they are found in France.
As always ~ love your journaling/blogging.
Posted by: Susie | Monday, September 14, 2009 at 07:29 PM
Oh boy - I mistyped my earlier post. I meant to write (and correct me if this is incorrect) "Laisser un travail en l'attente". [to leave your work until later].
And the photos of both the grapes and of Jackie (who has grown to be such a beautiful young lady - (love the bangs) are beautiful!
Posted by: karen | Monday, September 14, 2009 at 09:18 PM
Lovely young daughter and happy birthday, Jackie en avance. Keep the adorable puppy pics coming - we can never have too many of them. So sweet. I am one of those who seriously considered coming for the vendange and decided it might be too much. Now, of course, I am second-guessing myself and wishing I had opted in.
The grapes look lucious. Bonne vendange a tous. K, thanks for hearing French in your voice! Quelle belle. You worry waaay tooo muuuch. Breathe! Love to you, tourjours.
Posted by: Pat Cargill | Monday, September 14, 2009 at 10:41 PM
I have followed your blog for some time. It is with interest and affection I have come to appreciate the "objectif" from which you view the world. The beauty you reveal to us is not in the majesty of gated entry ways or proffered drinks on a tray. You share the magnificence of the things in our view each day; the beauties we overlook because our "lense" is not focused. Merci. My french is pathetic, disproportional to my enthusiasm for the language. I have three teenage boys all of them fluent from attending french schools. They have all seen me reading your blog and don't hesitate to ask me about my rentention rate for the word of the day. Most annoying and not the point of my commitment n'est-ce pas? Speaking of commitment......
Do you do all the cooking during the harvest? Suzan
Posted by: Suzan | Tuesday, September 15, 2009 at 02:34 AM
I would love to help with the vendage, but I'm not sure that my back could take the bending over. I'd be happy to help in the kitchen - I love to cook!
We will be in Provence next August or September and really want to visit your vineyard. I love your blog and tell everyone about it. I feel that I know your family - I feel like you have have become part of my family. We host International students every year and have an apartment building where we rent to only Yale grads, post doc and Professors. They all become part of our extended family.
I miss Provence - it has been at least 3 years since I've been there and I'm in withdrawal!
The puppies are so cute!
Posted by: Kathleen | Tuesday, September 15, 2009 at 03:31 AM
Probably too late for you to read, trop vieux to join the workers, but nobody can beat my good wishes to all at the grape farm. Fred
Posted by: Fred Caswell | Tuesday, September 15, 2009 at 03:46 AM
Having picked grapes for a friend in California when it was 40c, we could manage to help you in Provence if only harvest wasn't after la rentree. You are too far from Brittany for us to drive for a weekend. Oh well I have an apple tree to deal with, perhaps we will make some hard cider this year!. Not quite the same as wine, but ...
Bonne chance,
Kris
Posted by: Kris Hendrickson | Tuesday, September 15, 2009 at 12:39 PM
my wife jill and i had the wonderful opportunity to visit kristin and jean marc a couple of weeks ago. they are great folks, have a spectacular venue, wonderful wines (which they make), and outstanding grapes. we only hope that we can participate in the 2010 harvest. realistic expectations, but there are few more beautiful places for hard work. matt kirkland
Posted by: matt kirkland | Tuesday, September 15, 2009 at 11:43 PM
I'd give anything to be working the fields in the warmth of Provence, than in the heat of the Arizona desert right not. It's still over 100F here but the temps should start dropping in mid Oct. Even if we can't participate this year, we can still enjoy a delicious bottle of the Mistral or Dentelle which we received last week. We've already made quick work of two bottles! Beautiful photo of Jackie, Kristi. You did a great job on the closeup. It is amazing how much she has changed since you were last in Phoenix. (Time stands still for no man!.....or young lady). No wonder you are feeling a bit harried Kristi....what with the harvest, loads of "strangers" invading your homeland, meals to prepare and puppies to look after. My thoughts are with you for a speedy and successful vendange!
Posted by: Sandy Maberly | Wednesday, September 16, 2009 at 05:53 AM
Kristen, I look forward to your postings each day. Having been a part of citrus harvesting in a little town named Groveland, Florida,I know that your undertakings are huge. But the memories still linger....so, I agree, AND no fretting necessary for you, I'm sure you have all under control by now.
Just to let you know. Here in Paris, L'attente of your visit to the American Library grows! (is that used correctly?)
many regards,
Beverly TABOR
Posted by: Beverly Tabor | Wednesday, September 16, 2009 at 10:41 AM
Bonjour everyone, this is Charles of the vines here.....Kristi, thanks so much for documenting our two week adventure and trying to capture the essance of harvest at Rouge-Bleu. I'm able to internet today because we have a day off due to rain. All of the team is ready, and have been finding their niche. Yesterday was an early morning to a field rich with grenache grapes and a slope which we don't have at Rouge-Bleu with vines heavy with water from an early morning rain. By lunch our clothes self dripped with water, our backs ached, the boots were muddy, the WC no where to be found, but we loved it. The impromtu lunch (pictures later) was a grand fete sitting on our seau's with a shared table. Then, we are off again to finish and by the end of the day we all had a great sense of accomplishment, contribution and understanding of a day in the fields.
Charles
Posted by: Charles | Wednesday, September 16, 2009 at 11:35 AM