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La Bucherie

A 1791 farmhouse and a blog about it.

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I'm Peter. Hi!  I'm to blame for this. Also a lot of other things. Sorry. This website is vaguely about a 1791 stone house in southern Normandy. And food. And rain. And probably some fermented things. And certainly a garden that is—shall we say—verdant.

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  • December 31, 2020December 31, 2020
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2020: c’est fini

  • The Garden

You know how at the beginning of every year, you sit down and make a list of everything you’re going to accomplish and when? And then, you work through that list methodically, checking off each item as you gleefully turn to the next? Yeah. Me […]

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  • October 25, 2020October 30, 2020
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Falling into the end of the year

  • The Garden

Fall has arrived, but it seems late this year—probably something we all will gradually get used to saying year after year until we simply stop noting the death of the remembered world of the Before Times. In early September the butterflies suffered a mass confusion […]

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  • October 17, 2020July 25, 2021
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L’automne est arrivé

  • Diary

Last weekend to Cancale—a bit of respite from two weeks of working on the house. H and I bought a couple dozen oysters, and ate them on the sea wall, tossing the empty shells onto a beach shimmering with mother of pearl. Two glasses of […]

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  • June 21, 2020July 25, 2021
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La fin d’un temps

  • Diary

Two days on the Côtes-d’Armor—in Saint Malo, the wonderful fortified Corsair town, and textbook bit of Vaubanian excellence—amidst France coming out of le confinement. Masks are obligatoire in most places, at least for entering and exiting. Fascinating to see how quickly their use, and their […]

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  • June 5, 2020July 25, 2021
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Holy, Hell. It’s June.

  • Diary

As of this afternoon, I’ve removed 14 snakes from what will become the master bedroom and study. It was, as I’m quick to point out should anyone ask, the master bedroom in the Before Times as well. This particular sort of snake—a nonvenomous constrictor—is the […]

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  • April 30, 2020July 25, 2021
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The last days of April

  • Diary

It’s gotten chilly again, a reminder that this is still springtime and still Normandy, even with our concerted efforts to boil the planet into a miasmic new Jurassic. Over the last few days heavy rain. The new roof is holding up, which I expected based […]

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  • April 24, 2020April 25, 2020
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Soundings

  • The Life

Most mornings I wake to birdsong. Oftentimes, I just lay with my eyes closed, awake, but just. It’s a welcome moment in a day whose silences no longer lap around human endeavor but threaten to drown it. I talk to myself a lot. Always have, […]

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  • April 3, 2020July 25, 2021
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Stones, stairs, and sorties

  • Diary

The sunlight, captured, and reflected back into the north-facing room where I sit, hints at what’s to come over the next few days—temperatures in the mid-teens to somewhere around 20. Blue skies as well, or so the sky oracles promise, which is sort of too […]

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  • March 19, 2020July 25, 2021
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Early Days of the Refiguration

  • Diary

On Monday, as the rumors of martial law and curfews began to percolate through the disquietude of social media into mainstream assertions of what was coming, our roofers worked through the occasional gusts of wind and rain in an effort to finish the house by […]

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  • February 28, 2020February 28, 2020
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Wading in to the future

  • The House

A life closely observed tends to be the goal—whether explicitly so articulated or not—of a well-lived life. We do, after all, only have one chance to savor the wonder that is us and our world. And it is certainly true in the world of words […]

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About La Bucherie

I'm Peter. Hi!  I'm to blame for this. Also a lot of other things. Sorry. This website is vaguely about a 1791 stone house in southern Normandy. And food. And rain. And probably some fermented things. And certainly a garden that is—shall we say—verdant.

Sometimes, the web, huh?

Would you like to subscribe to Dispatches? It's an email update/newsletter thingy that drops new posts directly into your own warm and cosy email box.

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Digging in…

  • Diary (11)
  • The Garden (9)
  • The House (9)
  • The Kitchen (4)
  • The Life (10)
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