Saturday, April 23, 2011
I love peonies ( les pivoines, say pee-vhw-ons. I know, it's not easy.). I've tried to get them to grow in my garden back home, with no success thus far. They always have great varieties in the market in France in the Spring. These don't have any scent, but they started as intensely pink balled buds and watching them unfold has been très amusant.
Friday, April 22, 2011
Thursday, April 21, 2011
This walk starts just outside the restaurant À la Prise d’Alzeau which is in the forest up on the Montagne Noire near Saissac. We walked along the river Alzeau, one of the sources of the water for the Canal du Midi. The variety of fresh, new green was satisfying in a way that complemented the delicious meal we had just finished at the restaurant.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Monday, April 18, 2011
You know me, not a big church-goer, but I do like me some gregorian type chanting in a cavernous cathedral from time to time. A hankering to listen to some singing got Stacey and I down to En Calcat yesterday on what just happened to be Palm Sunday. Around here people bring branches from home to be blessed, boxwood being the preferred branch type and olive a close second.
When I was a catholic school kid, the church provided palm fronds at the end of the mass that had been blessed during the service. The French country approach seemed more "grass roots" and participatory. The place was packed. We ended up in backstage seats, i.e. on the benches set up in the area back of the altar for the overflow crowd. Amazing for a catholic church out in the countryside.
The chanting was purt good, too.
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Friday, April 15, 2011
She looks so much like her Mama did at this age it startles me! She has filled the ceramic pot with charcoal from the ashes, planning to embellish her chalk art on the sidewalk (which she did!). We had a very busy and productive day, painting, drawing, talking, fixing and eating things which go with peanut butter, AND taking a walk down to see the horses! Yes. I call it a good day!
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
The pizza man brings his oven in a van to the parking lot around the corner on Wednesday nights. Last week Peter and Anne came over from Durfort at 6 pm. We ordered up our pizza and ate it at one of the brasserie tables with a glass of their good Belgian Leffe beer. This is a ritual worth repeating.
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Friday, April 8, 2011
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Friday, April 1, 2011
They're up, and have been transplanted (Thank you, Jolee!) to the sixpacks. Jolee is grumbly about "...the old fashioneds. They just are harder to start." And it appears to be true, they are smaller and less leafy than the others. I am going over in a few moments, in between laundry loads, to talk to the babies. I believe they need some encouragement.
Writer's breakfast Madrid: tortilla española (eggs and potatoes w/ no flour) and café manchado (literally "stained coffee" the stain referring to the milk). After staying in the
NH Lagasca over a 14 year period, I just discovered this cafe cater-corner from the front
of the hotel where all the locals from the Salamanca go - the men for café y burros (large churros) and the women for café y pan con tomate (toasted bread with ground
tomato paste). So much better than even the full buffet at the hotel.