A Deep Breath

Paris was, well, Paris.  Lovely, dreamy, even when it was cold and gray and en greve.

Now we're back for a couple of days before our next trip.  Today I caught up on e-mail (which I hate) and did laundry (which I love.)  The cat is glued to my side.  Rain is falling, at long last, on my parched patch of earth.

After two weeks of rich French food, it was a pure pleasure to have swiss chard for lunch, with just a drizzle of olive oil and peppery tarragon vinegar for flavor.



Today feels like a huge, deep breath of home.