Bénédiction des Arbustes

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.

Dans la Forêt

The three ladies setting out for a walk in the woods. It was warmer than it looks in this photo. We had just come out of the restaurant into the shade of the woods. It was a glorious Spring day and the green of new growth was all around.

Past, Present and Future... again!

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!

Two Hundred and Sixteen

216 happy little tomatoe plants say, "Good Morning N2!!!  Soon you will be home to plant us!"  What are we thinking, Little Friend?  Two hundred and sixteen.  Hmmmmmmmmm.  ((smiling))

Into Dramatic Flowers Today

The Callas are bursting out everywhere.  Love the landscape of them.  xoxoLC

Une Soirée de Pizza et Bière

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.

Dentelle Verte (Green Lace)

In the warm evening I can almost hear the delicate unfolding

of the leaves on the allee of platane trees around the corner.