a french garden

Reflections on nature in a garden in France

I love thee, I love thee not…a short lived love affair


I love thee…

Blythe creature!  You flew into my life on gossamer wings, alighting on the flowers to sup their nectar and leave me breathless with your beauty.


I wanted to learn more about you.  What were you called?  Were you rare?

I needed to know.  Quick.  Your photo was blasted onto http://www.visoflora.com/.

I love thee not…

You are a fly!  Yuk!

A fly! I love thee not.

How could you have deceived me?

I love thee…

O.K.  So you are also called a bee-fly, that’s not so bad.  You are a mimic, it is your strategy to survive – I can’t fault you there.


There is a guy here on this web site that loves you.  Why not me?  After all it is a bit staid to reject you just because you are a fly, albeit with a cute name Bomylius major.  You are just as furry as a bumble bee and I love those.  I must really widen my horizons, make my own decisions and not be bound by conventional, narrow ideas.  I can love flies too!

You do what!   You lay your eggs so that they parasitize solitary bees’ nests.  Your eggs become maggots that turn into ectoparasites sucking the body fluids from the  bee larvae!  Stop, too much information – this is a bee friendly blog.

This has got to be the end of the line.

I love thee not.

Author: afrenchgarden

Born in Scotland I have lived in England, Iran, USA and Greece. The house and land was bought twelve years ago in fulfilment of the dream of living in France that my Francophile husband nurtured. We had spent frequent holidays in France touring the more northerly parts and enjoying the food, scenery, architecture and of course gardens. However, we felt that to retire in France and enjoy a more clement climate than we currently had in Aberdeen we would need to find somewhere south of the river Loire but not too south to make returning to visit the UK onerous. The year 2000 saw us buying our house and setting it up to receive us and the family on holidays. The garden was more a field and we were helped by my son to remove the fencing that had separated the previous owners’ goats, sheep and chickens. We did inherit some lovely old trees and decided to plant more fruit trees that would survive and mature with the minimum of care until we took up permanent residence. The move took place in 2006 and the love hate relation with the “garden” started. There was so much to do in the house that there was little energy left for the hard tasks in the garden. It was very much a slow process and a steep learning curve. Expenditures have been kept to a minimum. The majority of the plants have been cuttings and I try to gather seeds wherever I can. The fruit trees have all been bought but we have tender hearts and cannot resist the little unloved shrub at a discount price and take it as a matter of honour to nurse it back to health. This year I have launched my Blog hoping to reach out to other gardeners in other countries. My aim is to make a garden for people to enjoy, providing shady and sunny spots with plants that enjoy living in this area with its limestone based subsoil and low rainfall in a warm summer. Exchanging ideas and exploring mutual problems will enrich my experience trying to form my French garden.

2 thoughts on “I love thee, I love thee not…a short lived love affair

  1. I really love this…. bee flys also [to my ear, anyway] have the most annoying whine… rather like one of the local youngsters on their “training” motorbikes [mopeds]… but because it stays around and doesn’t just pass… far more irritating!!


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