A French Country Weekend

One small fennel. . .

some cabbage. . .

Vegetable soup is simmering in the kitchen with homemade chicken stock as the base and the fresh vegetables from yesterday's market: carrots, baby navet (turnips), leeks, celery, one onion pierced with cloves,  a small bulb of fennel, a handful or two of haricot verts, some cabbage and a bouquet garni. It should be good.

Next on the agenda, arrange the two bunches of coral tulips purchased yesterday.

And finally, I plan to head out to see if I can find some red anemones. Last week I had an all white bouquet, this week I would like one in red. If I can find that luscious purple-y blue, I'll snap them up.

I'll show you the bouquets next week.

Weather report: Cold -- really cold -- bright, cheery, morale-lifting sunshine, early morning frost. Lovely.

A demain mes trés, trés, trés chers ami for the weekly round up which will be exceptionally, particularly interesting.

A Weekend In The Country

The forsythia outside the library window has buds on it. You probably can't see them, but I've verified.

Not quite yet. Soon. I'm not psychologically prepared for the moment.

I'll put my wreath into its storage box in a week or two.

Weather report: Yucky. Drizzly rain, gray skies, wind.

Consequence: Dogs not at all interested in venturing out and when they do they must wait on the porch to be dried -- one after the other like the ladies they are. . .

A demain for the weekly round up mes trés, trés, trés chers amis.

I hope you're having a lovely weekend. (If you have snow, I'm jealous.)