Reading Letters From Paris by Juliet Blackwell.
In a garden in the Latin Quarter under twinkly lights the American woman writing her story is having apero with the handsome but aloof French guy who has set the small table with chilled champagne, pate de champagne, water crackers and fat walnut halves seasoned with cinnamon and black pepper.
Ah...to be there.
My two classes (10 am and 2 pm) went very well. Everyone was going home to get seeds started for their gardens. The light in the greenhouse was nearly blinding. I wished I had sun glasses. But it gives me some hope for warmer weather and Spring.
Too many hours of news tonight as I watch the White House fall to pieces. Like a terrible soap opera with cheap and tawdry actors. And how much did Mrs Trump get paid to hold her husband's hand getting off the plane in Florida???? 96K for an overnight to Florida.
That's about it for tonight.
3 comments:
Glad but not surprised to hear that your classes went well. Your students are lucky to have you.
thank god for seeds
Thank god for people who still want to plant seeds in the Earth and wait for food or flowers to happen.
Wait, tend and hope.
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