tige
Friday, November 19, 2010
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tige (tizh) noun, feminine
: stem, stalk
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La tige de cette plante est longue et fine.
The stem of this plant is long and thin.
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After two emotionally gray seasons in the Valley of the Sun, I sold my car and told myself I had enough cash to get by in France for six months. I knew the truth was more like three or four...
--from Words in a French Life: Lessons in Love and Language
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A Day in a French Life... by Kristin Espinasse
How To Prune Lavender (A Provençal Parody)
First, go rooting through your kitchen drawers for scissors. Grab the first pair you find.
Next, head out to Lavender Alley: that row of fragrant Provence that lines one side of your dirt driveway. Be careful to slip past your husband and your beau-frère, who have sweat streaming down their faces, busy as they are building the cellar extension. You, too, are busy now, but you don't want to be prideful or a show off. You can, after all, do the chore without shouting it from the rooftops. And it isn't necessary to wave your Playskool scissors in the air, drawing attention to the fact that you'll be in charge of cutting back the lavender this year.
Now, kneel down beside the purple-headed herb. Run your hands over the drying flowers and breathe in the spicy sweetness that the plant releases. Ask yourself why it took you this long to volunteer to do the chopping chore? Become suspicious, even a bit indignant, that for the past three years your husband has been hogging the harvesting "chore" all to himself!
Relax. Feel the heat on your back. Heat? In November? So you are a couple of months late (the neighbors pruned their lavender eons ago). What's the rush anyway? Besides, if you hadn't procrastinated you wouldn't be outside on this bright November day!
What's that? Your husband has spotted you poised to work? Aw, shucks! Call back to him with a very modest, "il y a toujours une première fois!" Gush with gratefulness when he insists that this isn't the first time you've helped with farm work. Awwww.
Time to trim... Minding your back, bend at the knee until your torso is level with the lavender. Reach across and grab a poignée of the long-necked flowers. Notice how the individual stalks are shaped like linguine. Now, while pulling on the handful of "pasta", reach down with the scissors and cut the noodles from the base—as close as you can to the macaroni (the curly blue-gray leaves below). Snip! Toss the bunch of pâtes into a pile.
Study the harvested heap and wonder about "Uses For Cut Lavender": you might stuff the bunches beneath your car seat so as to overpower the current scent ("Eau de Wet Dog"). Or... you could wrap a stalk around a bunch of flowers and make what the French call fagots, or little bundles of fire-starter (that is the definition you were expecting, n'est-ce pas?). Then again, you could stuff some of the flowers, sans tige, into pillowcases (a wonderful remedy for l'insomnie). Oh, and don't forget the lavender wands!
Enough entrepreneurial imaginings. Allez, hop! Time to get back to work....
Feel your fingers cramping.... Remain stubborn, dismissing the sensible solution of returning to the house for proper shears, or sécateurs.
Pause (stretching out fingers) in time to look down the interminable row of lavender... you've got a long way to go, bébé!
Decide to break down the chore into manageable work units: you've pruned two and a half plants... you can return the next day to do two and a half more!
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Two weeks and two days later, on the eve of a visit from a journalist... realize, with panic, that your driveway looks like a bad haircut. Imagine, for one megalomaniac moment, the bad haircut on the cover of a magazine! Now let your bubble burst: this reporter is not coming for a feature article. He's not even coming to see you! Be suspicious, even a little bit indignant! Now get over it fast and get on with the chore . Do it for your husband, who will be speaking about his wines to said reporter.)
Bon. Back to drawing board. Root around the house for a bigger pair of scissors, a step up from the classroom kind, and head out to the lopsided lavender lane.
Feel the sun on your back and assure yourself (of the two-week lapse) that you were only prolonging the experience — else you might never find an excuse to play outside on a workday. Speaking of play, time to speed up and quit pruning like a poet—with one dreamy thought after each felled flower. You'll never finish the job! Allez, hop!
When the occasional car barrels down the country road, puff up! and hope desperately to be seen handling your farm's pruning!
And when the mailman pulls up and walks right past you...PUFF IT UP! Greet him with a wave of the scissors. So he didn't recognize you in boots... he's used to your slipper salut.
Put the courrier under a rock for the time being. Look up at the lavender row: only two more to go, may as well take it sloooow.
Sit down... breathe in the aromatic blossoms. Feel drowsy....
Lie down. Eyelids drooping, gaze up at the sky, beyond the lavender, beyond the olive tree, beyond the cypress! Feel all of your senses stir: the cool earth beneath you, the heady flower fragrance, the sight of clouds traipsing across a great blue sky, the rustle of leaves, the taste of the lavender twig tucked between your teeth. C'est la vie!
Feel smug that while others are busy reaching for the stars you yourself are happy, lowly as a nénuphar. (Pretend you have nénuphars. This is your story!)
Watch, with growing smugness, as your husband returns in time to discover your chef d'oeuvre: a perfect row of pruned lavender!
Lastly... hold onto your dropping jaw when he suggests that you see about the ragged rosemary hedge... Become suspicious, increasingly indignant.
Corrections, comments, and stories of your own are welcome here, in the comments box
Lavender... and rosemary, too!
French Vocabulary
le beau-frère = brother-in-law
il y a toujours une première fois! = there's always a first time
une poignée = a handful
les pâtes (fpl) = pasta
le fagot = bundle of firewood
sans tige (f) = without stem
l'insomnie = insomnia
allez! hop! = let's get to it!
le sécateur = pruning shears
Bébé = Baby
bon = right, then
le courrier = mail
c'est la vie = this is the life!
le nénuphar = water lily
le chef-d'oeuvre = masterpiece
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Merci milles fois! I just ordered the Eiffel Tower cookie cutter. Can't wait to get it! Thanks for putting it back on and WOW, I can almost smell the lavande and rosemary!
Funny story about the word "fagot". I was a freshman in high school. In English class some boy used the word in a derogatory manner. The teacher asked if anyone knew the actual meaning of this word. I answered "a bundled of sticks". (I remember another teacher in my grade school years teaching us that....I wish I could say it was because of my French knowledge, but that had only just begun at that time.) Anyway, your story brought back that memory. The English teacher thought I was a pretty smart girl, as no one else knew the definition!
Encore, merci!
Posted by: Amber, Peoria, IL | Friday, November 19, 2010 at 01:58 PM
Not having a proper place to plant lavendar in my yard (and having tried, more than once), I use lavender oil drops rubbed into espsom salts in my bath; also an eye pillow filled w/lavender; and sachets my friend Dawn makes filled with Provence lavender. I am told that at a favorite Roanoke restaurant, Carlos, le chef steeps lavender in the caramel of his heartbreakingly divine flans. Lavendar, un autre gift of the Gods.
Great pics! Smokey, je t'aime...you bring big smiles. From a golden orange/yellow leaf -tinted 50's Roanoke, VA, wishing all a lovely weekend.
A golden day but sad, too, as my dear friend Jeannie had to say goodbye to her beloved dog "Pepper" (one of the resident Innkeepers-in-Training" at the Carriage House Inn in Marlinton, WV) yesterday.
Posted by: Pat Cargill | Friday, November 19, 2010 at 02:16 PM
Bonjour,
I planted lavender when we moved to Burgundy. I had come from Minnesota (very cold place in winter.) Who knew how big lavender would grow when not trimmed back in the fall. I was so proud just to have it growing. Now I have 6 HUGE bushes, and 6 small ones that I have kept trimmed after learning my lesson.
I do love it though, and the smell is so wonderful. And some summers the lavender is covered in butterflies, it is magical.
But I use electric trimmers. It goes a lot faster that way.
Sue
Posted by: Susan Klein | Friday, November 19, 2010 at 02:29 PM
Voici venir les temps ou vibrant sur sa tige
Chaque fleur s'evapore ainsi qu'un encensior;
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Harmonie du Soir, Baudelaire
Posted by: Tim Schaeffer | Friday, November 19, 2010 at 02:43 PM
Moi aussi! I just ordered some of the Eiffel Tower cookie cutters. Some to use and some to hang on the Christmas tree in our great room which is a combination of kitchen, bistro dining, and entertainment room with fireplace. I'll send you a photo.
The lavender wands remind me of an afternoon in 2009 watching Joe and his wife make these in the Haute medieval section of Vaison-la-Romaine. I love pruning our lavender and rosemary before putting the pots into the portable greenhouse for the winter (although I don't have a long row of them like you do) because of the fragrance. And I know that I can go out on the snow filled deck, unzip the greenhouse door and snip rosemary for a winter feast.
Posted by: Suzanne, Monroe Township, NJ | Friday, November 19, 2010 at 03:00 PM
Kristin-I've made Lavender Wands for years! Although I've heard them called Lavender Bottles.....cuz they look like a bottle.
I used a dark blue ribbon which complimented the green stalks in a way that I can't get enough of.
Now that I live in AZ I'm excited about a rosemary tree that won't die in the wintertime.....that's what happens in NJ.
Posted by: Roseann | Friday, November 19, 2010 at 03:40 PM
This comes just in time. For some inexplicable reason I've succeeded in getting lavender to grow after years of trying. And now I know how to trim it. Thanks for the lesson. I know what I'll be doing tomorrow afternoon on the last weekend before the cold hits us here in St. Louis
Posted by: Julie F | Friday, November 19, 2010 at 03:40 PM
Wish I could get lavender to grow in humid Tallahassee. I can say, though, that by the end of August we do have lumpy moldy things in our garden that are a lovely purple and green which used to be our cucumbers. By the way, the rooster/bell by your door has an identical cousin hanging in our kitchen. Thought it might sound more melodic to summon the kids downstairs for dinner than screaming, "DINNER!" Sadly, it did not work. Apparently my "Pavlov's dogs" salivate only in respose to my "fish wife's" shriek. P.S. Leave the chair as it is for a time, sagging seat and all. It speaks an "histoire" of derrieres!
Posted by: Diane Scott | Friday, November 19, 2010 at 04:12 PM
Luckily lavender grows in my Minnesota garden and some even survives the winter. I just love it and use the trimmings in my fireplace in the winter. mmmmm
Posted by: Jean(ne) Pierre in MN | Friday, November 19, 2010 at 04:13 PM
Oops:
I knew there was one more garden chore before the snow which is predicted for maybe this evening and the first blast of temperatures in the 20s which is predicted for early next week. I will, however use my re-chargeable grass shears which whirr nicely and allow me to give the lavender a nice haircut. I got mine at Home Depot, but I've seen them at LeRoy Merlin. Perhaps a pair should be on your Christmas list!
Posted by: Frank Levin | Friday, November 19, 2010 at 04:25 PM
Shouldn't "...et longue et fine" be "...est longue et fine" or else be translated "...both long and fine"?
Posted by: Roy Arthur Swanson | Friday, November 19, 2010 at 05:12 PM
I wish I had a lavendar row to trim...I have sachets de lavande everywhere in our condo, simply cannot get enough!
Good job Kristine! Congratulations on a job well done!
xoxo
Posted by: Mona | Friday, November 19, 2010 at 06:24 PM
Salut Kristin,
Thanks to your story and Google, I learned something today….Arizona has an annual lavender festival. It was held earlier this year. Maybe next year I’ll check it out. Read about it at:
http://redrockfarms.com/pages.php?pageid=9
À bientôt
Posted by: Herm in Phoenix, AZ | Friday, November 19, 2010 at 06:57 PM
Chere Kristin, congratulations on such a great job with the lavender!(followed by the rosemary?)
I absolutely love lavender! And like Pat's restuarant chef, I use it my my flan,too.
THANK YOU for another wonderful story!(Pictures!)
Bon journee!
Posted by: Natalia | Friday, November 19, 2010 at 08:13 PM
Hi Kristin,
Only you could make such a fun story out of pruning lavender bushes.
Now I must 'fess up and tell you that mine aren't pruned yet. My excuse: amazingly, they're still blooming!
Lynn, In Burgundy
Posted by: Lynn McBride | Friday, November 19, 2010 at 11:05 PM
I love lavender as well, but have a difficult time growing it in Phoenix. Herm thanks for the info about the lavender festival. A trip next year might be in the making.
I have dried lavender and put it in cloth tea bags and placed in drawers.
Smokey is so funny licking his chops!
xoxo
Posted by: Karen from Phoenix, AZ | Friday, November 19, 2010 at 11:20 PM
What a cute story! Merci beaucoup pour les sourires, Kristin. :)
Posted by: Virginia | Saturday, November 20, 2010 at 02:16 AM
Loved the story! Love the smell of lavender!
Am envious of your happy plants!
Love the 'bottles', I wonder if I could make some of them?
Lucky for you your husband trusts you to prune...mine wont let me, since I hooked up some bushes with a chain connected to the jeep...I was making room for Sweet Williams :)
OXOX,
Missy
Posted by: Missy | Saturday, November 20, 2010 at 05:52 AM
I see there are a lot of lavender-lovers out there. What's not to like?
I wish I had enough lavender to be able to throw fagots on the fire. I can only imagine how heavenly that must smell! We grow some lavender, but it never does very well. We live just outside New York City, and since I've seen lavender growing profusely in damp Ireland as well as in sunny, dry Provence, you'd think we'd fit somewhere in the middle and be able to grow decent lavender here in NY. Alas, no! A rather short season and meager flowers...
My question: what do you call a lavender wand in French? I bought one in Vaison-la-Romaine this past summer, after watching in fascination a man and his wife and daughter weaving them. He called it an amphore, since it was a somewhat fancier version that looked like an amphora, but I think there's another name?
Thanks for bringing me back to the delightful look and scent of lavender, Kristin!
Posted by: Christine | Saturday, November 20, 2010 at 07:06 PM
Hi Kristin,
Thanks for your post today! I love lavender as you can tell by my FB page! I have 30 plants and they all thrive here in Charlottesville, VA. They do need a good pruning to keep their lovely round shape. I always do it around Halloween. I have made lavender wands and given them as gifts. I hope to plant my whole front field in lavender this spring!
Posted by: Eileen deCamp | Saturday, November 20, 2010 at 07:40 PM
Kristin,
Love the story. I have been growing lavender and it comes back every year, but I never knew that you had to trim it. Of course, I am so far behind on my yard work. I have to cut back many of my plants and blow more leaves. The work is never done.
I brought my rosemary,thyme and parsley inside because they do not survive the CT winters. I hope that they make it through the winter in the house.
Smokey is a flower child.
Posted by: Kathleen | Sunday, November 21, 2010 at 04:31 AM
Two or three months ago I had a massage for a badly aching back and the masseuse recommended a hot bath with lavender and sea salt. I think she meant lavender oil or essence, but I didn't have any, so stole into my sister's garden to cut some from her bushes. Only each stalk seemed to have its own private bee guarding it. I managed to extract a few stalks without enraging the bees. (A few stalks of lavender tossed into the bath are a bit messy.)
Posted by: Lee Isbell | Monday, November 22, 2010 at 09:04 AM