Speaking of. . .it feels like spring today. We have flung the doors open and Charlotte is sunbathing on the grass. She then abruptly dashes off to “chase” bicyclists and walkers with dogs on the other side of her fence, all the while gaily barking and wagging her tail.
|Until today, I didn’t realize pansies had a discernible scent.|
As I mentioned in November we planted gorgeous deep blue-y mauve pansies in the boxes on our front porch and big Chinese pots on the side and back porches. Today they are lifting their heads to the sun and for the first time ever I realized they have a slight, but very lovely perfume. Although they’re beautiful and remain colourful even in the snow, they’re simply too cold to give off their sweet aroma when the temperatures dip. This is a first for me. Perfume from pansies definitely lifts the spirits.
Because it’s Sunday we had a special breakfast:
|Isn’t the boîte beautiful? It has a plastic snap in-and-out seal on the inside to keep loose tea fresh.|
- My-Reason-For-Living-In-France: His every day tea, special house blend from Hediard, and two butter croissants — fresh from our local boulangerie — with homemade raspberry jam.
|I do love my chausson aux pommes.|
- Moi: My every day super-strong cafe au lait with a chausson aux pommes and a tiny palmier. That’s a bit much I realize, but Charlotte and I have a long walk planned for later this afternoon. We’re thinking about going out to the fields behind our house, maybe stopping to say hello to the cows.
|I also really like palmiers. Fortunately they come in a variety of sizes from very large to very small.|
I hope you’re having a beautiful Sunday.
As always, thank you for your visits and your comments. You mean the world to me. If only you knew. . .