|The forsythia is in full bloom — spring is here!|
What a difference a day makes. I’m home now and after my usual 24 hour hibernation, I’m ready to get back to my normal writing routine. (I literally sleep an entire day when traveling in this direction.)
My-Reason-For-Living-In-France said two months is too long for me to be away and Charlotte wagged her tail and offered a cursory kiss.
Our garden has burst into spring. All the fruit trees are covered with promising blossoms. Assuming the weather will continue to be inprintemps mode, the beautiful cherry tree outside our bedroom window should — the birds willing — produce a nice crop this year. Those two variables have not always worked out in our favor. A gardener we know says the only way to keep the birds away from fruit trees is to hang smelly herring bits from the branches. Another one suggested shiny CDs dangling among the blossoms which give off frightening reflections. If you have any foolproof ideas, I would love to hear them.
I hate the idea of nets because they can trap a bird inside and I don’t want to be responsible for murder.
Now I’m off to find flowers for the empty planters on either side of the front door. I’m thinking yellow.
Oh yes, I almost forgot. You may recall (click here if not) on my last trip to Chicago Air France asked for my Carte de Resisdence, which of course I didn’t have with me. When I returned home I realized that it had expired and there was not enough time to get the new one before I returned to Chicago in February. Therefore I decided to fly American Airlines in the hope that no one would ask to see the card. No one did.