As I get close to wrapping up this trip portion of blogs I realize that I have a lot of stuff to cover in CPN. Along with the fact, as mentioned, that we were now a group of six (mostly, we split off, more later, for a morning....) we did quite a bit. An even tho CPH seems a bit 'duller' in some way in my mind, thinking of all we did....
So our first full day we all took the train to Malmo, Sweden. So we've been in seven countries now. Ha. Some for hours/minutes..... Anyway, easy 30 minute train travel and exit at the standard Euro square/train station area. Walk a bit and then choose a lunch spot. Aperol spritz, yes. Nothing else spectacular. We walk a bit around the city and head back to Copenhagen. This ends up being pizza night. Next day: we four are off to Christiania. You know it, if not, and you're traveling there, you will. We got there (retrospectively), early. Maybe 10 -11? Walked around the sleepy area - nature/lake/residential area and the 'town square', some side streets with studios etc. As we were leaving the place really started to wake up - and we (again with the retrospectively), should have turned back around and stayed, but we did not. We walked to a canal and got on a resto/bar boat and had a cocktail and contacted JK/MKK. They were now moving, slowly, and we decided to meet, soon, at the food hall. Indoor/outdoor upscale 'food court'. We had a variety of sandwiches, sides and a big bottle of Tattinger. They provide champagne glasses (plastic, stemmed), Of course they do. Again with the civilized. This evening we end things with a bang: a terrific canal boat tour. A charming Finnish gal, about 24 years old, was our captain. We had beers/wine/etc provided. Ilona is the kind of person who should go far in life: very engaging, funny and warm. She told us about the Danish word skat. There are two dots above the a, by the way. It means taxes, but the slang use means your girlfriend, your baby. Skat. We hunted her down after disembarking, wanted to tip her but had no kroner. I wrote her a note, in case we had to leave the $20 US we decided on, with the booking guy. She came up and we told her again how much we enjoyed. She looked at my little note, in which I called her skat, and was smiling about it.
I'll finish it all by the end of the next post!
promise xxoo
Friday, June 28, 2019
Thursday, June 27, 2019
The trip that keeps on giving....More from the Netherlands and Denmark
Last night I said to my husband something like: the trip seems so over, so long ago. He agreed. And I've yet to finish my wrap up and I still think about it every day. Good news - I have completed the expenses total and will spit it out as well.
In retrospect the Netherlands has a fond place in my trip memories and is just a cool city. Hippie chic and that's probably a good two word-er for me. I'll add anything that comes up, but from here we fly, KLM, to Copenhagen. Easy metro and walk to the airbnb which is gorgeous. Thank goodness. Large, two bedrooms, living and dining rooms, clean kitchen and heated floors/towel rack in bath. The heated wall hung towel rack is pretty common and pretty nice. That idea, actually both, may be incorporated in the upcoming bath remodel! We cleaned up and walked the 10 or so minutes to JK and MKK's really gorgeous apartment on the lake. Lunch al fresco down the street and was introduced to the, now ubiquitous, aperol spritz. History. So here we changed gears - from nuclear family (minus one) to a family now traveling with a brother and his sister, family friends, for a few days. Pretty cool. For an example of a 'difference', one night we picked up pizza and had a few boxes and bottles (of red) in their lovely apartment. Otherwise we'd have certainly eaten at a resto. Another night in CPN we missed dinner - that first night actually, Sunday - by waiting too late. 9pm, who knew that Sunday was such a loser? We had okay middle eastern at a small place, one of the few options. Ate outside. "Doing" CPN, you will inevitably be told about Tivoli and, quite frankly it sounds worse than it is. Ha. Tivoli is an old amusement park / garden / restaurant/ theater mash up that is, as is much of what I've seen regarding group encounters in Europe, civilized. It's not garish, the food's not gross and the people are behaving sanely. The hardest part was getting in, they have ticket machines and, as mentioned in an earlier post, Danish is Greek to me/us. And the thing got stuck with the ticket up in the, what should have been, exit. Try saying that in Danish and get back to me.
no .. over an A here,
L
In retrospect the Netherlands has a fond place in my trip memories and is just a cool city. Hippie chic and that's probably a good two word-er for me. I'll add anything that comes up, but from here we fly, KLM, to Copenhagen. Easy metro and walk to the airbnb which is gorgeous. Thank goodness. Large, two bedrooms, living and dining rooms, clean kitchen and heated floors/towel rack in bath. The heated wall hung towel rack is pretty common and pretty nice. That idea, actually both, may be incorporated in the upcoming bath remodel! We cleaned up and walked the 10 or so minutes to JK and MKK's really gorgeous apartment on the lake. Lunch al fresco down the street and was introduced to the, now ubiquitous, aperol spritz. History. So here we changed gears - from nuclear family (minus one) to a family now traveling with a brother and his sister, family friends, for a few days. Pretty cool. For an example of a 'difference', one night we picked up pizza and had a few boxes and bottles (of red) in their lovely apartment. Otherwise we'd have certainly eaten at a resto. Another night in CPN we missed dinner - that first night actually, Sunday - by waiting too late. 9pm, who knew that Sunday was such a loser? We had okay middle eastern at a small place, one of the few options. Ate outside. "Doing" CPN, you will inevitably be told about Tivoli and, quite frankly it sounds worse than it is. Ha. Tivoli is an old amusement park / garden / restaurant/ theater mash up that is, as is much of what I've seen regarding group encounters in Europe, civilized. It's not garish, the food's not gross and the people are behaving sanely. The hardest part was getting in, they have ticket machines and, as mentioned in an earlier post, Danish is Greek to me/us. And the thing got stuck with the ticket up in the, what should have been, exit. Try saying that in Danish and get back to me.
no .. over an A here,
L
Friday, June 21, 2019
Twenty Twenty
There is something I like about that. Twenty twenty. Next year. I saw a day planner at Marshalls the other day. White with black lettering: Twenty Twenty. Bought it. It runs from this August thru December 2020. So in honor of my birthday today I'm taking off from trip reporting and doing a freestyle post on things. What a topic! Things.
Have been really great. Not sure if it's the trip or the Magic or the little spinning plates of fate, but whatever - I am grateful for my new attitude. The annoying little things aren't as grating. The lovely little things are being noticed. Despite the rain, and we've had more than enough, my thoughts are sunny. Sing that you optimist. My home looks lovely. Garden/yard: same. My relationships are smooth. Balance in my work. Money in my bank account. Greek Fest in my future. Wardrobe snazzy. And 20/20 looming in my mind. We have so many thoughts for vacations: Montreal, Palm Springs, Ireland.....Our main bathroom is going to be remodeled soon. I have $200 in Nordstrom gift cards. Yes!! Don't need anything right now tho I believe I'll need a new pair of the black 'leather' leggings I love from BP, they don't usually show up until fall. Maybe some black leather high top sneakers. Yeah....
So in 2020 the plan is to forge ahead, in a new, more deliberate way. We can slow down a bit. Savor our being. Take extended trips and some short ones too. Maintain our simple, luxurious lifestyle, make it even more gentle and civilized, enjoy it everyday. Update our outdoor space - repair gas heater and get some lights strung. Maybe a new grill (altho we aren't big grill folk). Eat al fresco often, as the default. This weekend we plan a trip to the farmer's market: I'm hoping for Charentais melon. A home tour on Sunday - renovated house near one of our rentals. Greek Fest tonight with sisters, a tradition now. Aperol spritzs in our immediate future: got a bottle of it and two of prosecco!
That melon, with prosciutto, and perhaps an Aperol to wash it down, is the bomb.
Cheers!
Have been really great. Not sure if it's the trip or the Magic or the little spinning plates of fate, but whatever - I am grateful for my new attitude. The annoying little things aren't as grating. The lovely little things are being noticed. Despite the rain, and we've had more than enough, my thoughts are sunny. Sing that you optimist. My home looks lovely. Garden/yard: same. My relationships are smooth. Balance in my work. Money in my bank account. Greek Fest in my future. Wardrobe snazzy. And 20/20 looming in my mind. We have so many thoughts for vacations: Montreal, Palm Springs, Ireland.....Our main bathroom is going to be remodeled soon. I have $200 in Nordstrom gift cards. Yes!! Don't need anything right now tho I believe I'll need a new pair of the black 'leather' leggings I love from BP, they don't usually show up until fall. Maybe some black leather high top sneakers. Yeah....
So in 2020 the plan is to forge ahead, in a new, more deliberate way. We can slow down a bit. Savor our being. Take extended trips and some short ones too. Maintain our simple, luxurious lifestyle, make it even more gentle and civilized, enjoy it everyday. Update our outdoor space - repair gas heater and get some lights strung. Maybe a new grill (altho we aren't big grill folk). Eat al fresco often, as the default. This weekend we plan a trip to the farmer's market: I'm hoping for Charentais melon. A home tour on Sunday - renovated house near one of our rentals. Greek Fest tonight with sisters, a tradition now. Aperol spritzs in our immediate future: got a bottle of it and two of prosecco!
That melon, with prosciutto, and perhaps an Aperol to wash it down, is the bomb.
Cheers!
Wednesday, June 19, 2019
Day Two: Amsterdam
We did a lot of shopping in Amsterdam. Or rather, most of it, we didn't get a lot. Got Mom a pair of pearl earrings at Parisienne - a cute shop. We bought three things for CFJ in Amsterdam: a vintage Moschino top - flowy polyester with a bulldog on the back and a sweatshirt -ish tunic with Girl with a Pearl Earring on it. An antiqued coin necklace. I got a similar necklace too. CKJ bought some black pants and I got a pullover sweater, Danish lable, in creme de menthe. Small, low cowl neck. We went to a bougie furniture/accessories store twice - so sleek - CKJ bought a wallet for J and we rated theirs the best restrooms in town. We had great waffles, twice, in A. Same place. So freakin' yummy.
We walked everywhere! Then we'd stop for a drink and to use the restroom. Great plan! Along one of the canals we stopped, outside - we only ate outside the entire trip - and engaged with the men next table over. They had a dog, Yella, and of course CKJ was all over him. One gentleman had on an ABBA necklace! At some point I said 'my dad adores ABBA' and asked to take his photo. He said 'not my old face' and handed the necklace to CKJ to model in a pic. Great guys! After they left we found out they had paid our check!!! How pleasant and I loved that my children experienced that brief, friendly meeting.
It was in Amsterdam that we laughed out loud the most: specifically an Uber ride from downtown to the JoHell airbnb. Nice, black Mercedes. Country music on, M in front, the three of us in back. J starts singing softly to "Okie from Muskogee" (???!!!). Yes, I know. How and why come to mind. Driver is impressed and turns it up, egging J on. He obliges but loses it in the second verse (doesn't know all the words?) but by now we all join in on the chorus.A little harmony. Driver says to M - "your parents?" . LOL.
A little on fashion here: the footwear of choice is a low heeled/ or flat black boot that hits above the ankle. Or perhaps black leather high top tennis shoes, maybe black tennies with black sox. It's all black and made for walking below the calf line. Flowy dress or jeans. No leggings as pants, NO. One woman had on black platform sandals with a black ankle length skirt - looking good, but the sandals stood out!! Not really into them there it would seem.
barefoot!
La
We walked everywhere! Then we'd stop for a drink and to use the restroom. Great plan! Along one of the canals we stopped, outside - we only ate outside the entire trip - and engaged with the men next table over. They had a dog, Yella, and of course CKJ was all over him. One gentleman had on an ABBA necklace! At some point I said 'my dad adores ABBA' and asked to take his photo. He said 'not my old face' and handed the necklace to CKJ to model in a pic. Great guys! After they left we found out they had paid our check!!! How pleasant and I loved that my children experienced that brief, friendly meeting.
It was in Amsterdam that we laughed out loud the most: specifically an Uber ride from downtown to the JoHell airbnb. Nice, black Mercedes. Country music on, M in front, the three of us in back. J starts singing softly to "Okie from Muskogee" (???!!!). Yes, I know. How and why come to mind. Driver is impressed and turns it up, egging J on. He obliges but loses it in the second verse (doesn't know all the words?) but by now we all join in on the chorus.A little harmony. Driver says to M - "your parents?" . LOL.
A little on fashion here: the footwear of choice is a low heeled/ or flat black boot that hits above the ankle. Or perhaps black leather high top tennis shoes, maybe black tennies with black sox. It's all black and made for walking below the calf line. Flowy dress or jeans. No leggings as pants, NO. One woman had on black platform sandals with a black ankle length skirt - looking good, but the sandals stood out!! Not really into them there it would seem.
barefoot!
La
Sunday, June 16, 2019
Amsterdam
Is a great city. Walkable. Friendly, Charming. Diverse. I'll admit our entry into this heaven of an urban/esque city was rough. But I was quickly enchanted. Our train ride was smooth, moody and cool. Coffee and croissant helped. Passed thru Belgium ( country # 3) - no passports viewed in European union countries - into the Netherlands. Here is where I state I got permanently lost, in a weird way, for the rest of the trip. The language is impossible. For someone for whom words are vital in a strong way it's odd and a bit castrating to have that ripped from you. Dutch, Danish, gibberish. And "the Netherlands? Holland? I fell in tho. Until safely back in France, at the airport. Into the comforting hands of Air France. But that's foreshadowing.
So train ride: fair. And getting to the JoHell was accordingly: poor. Bad directions from Joel (the airbnb owner). And her place was so so. But we rallied and showered and hit the town. Soon we were eating and drinking and smoking up the place. There were a monstrous amount of people there. The weather: perfect and that's a draw. Red light, check. We'll be back a bit later some day to see a bit of live action. Lunch on a canal at the end of the district. Narrow, mostly walking and scooter, streets hemmed in on one side by canal water and moored houseboats and the other by tall homes with serviceable landings and porches and windows making the most of the outdoors. Specifics of Amsterdam as it relates to us: tried to get into Anne Frank house, but failed. Perhaps we didn't try hard enough, but it's a hot ticket. We attended Europe's Largest Food Truck Festival on Saturday at Vesterbrook (?) Park. Question marks like the previous one will indicate, again, my troubles with the language there. Luckily our son, M. went to school a semester nearby a few years ago and was an excellent guide! Besides being smart and street savvy, he's about 6'4" and so easy to follow! So at the Festival: civilized European behaviour all around. No entrance fee, just a million bikes parked, neatly, in the lot. No ticket needed, just money thank you, at the food trucks. You can buy beer in a recyclable plastic cup OR bring whatever you want in with you. Big bottle of champagne, Check. We had beer, but the gals we sat near had a few humongous bottles of bubbly. M ate more duck - we all did, he got two and they were delish!
quack,
La
So train ride: fair. And getting to the JoHell was accordingly: poor. Bad directions from Joel (the airbnb owner). And her place was so so. But we rallied and showered and hit the town. Soon we were eating and drinking and smoking up the place. There were a monstrous amount of people there. The weather: perfect and that's a draw. Red light, check. We'll be back a bit later some day to see a bit of live action. Lunch on a canal at the end of the district. Narrow, mostly walking and scooter, streets hemmed in on one side by canal water and moored houseboats and the other by tall homes with serviceable landings and porches and windows making the most of the outdoors. Specifics of Amsterdam as it relates to us: tried to get into Anne Frank house, but failed. Perhaps we didn't try hard enough, but it's a hot ticket. We attended Europe's Largest Food Truck Festival on Saturday at Vesterbrook (?) Park. Question marks like the previous one will indicate, again, my troubles with the language there. Luckily our son, M. went to school a semester nearby a few years ago and was an excellent guide! Besides being smart and street savvy, he's about 6'4" and so easy to follow! So at the Festival: civilized European behaviour all around. No entrance fee, just a million bikes parked, neatly, in the lot. No ticket needed, just money thank you, at the food trucks. You can buy beer in a recyclable plastic cup OR bring whatever you want in with you. Big bottle of champagne, Check. We had beer, but the gals we sat near had a few humongous bottles of bubbly. M ate more duck - we all did, he got two and they were delish!
quack,
La
Saturday, June 15, 2019
Paris: Monday/Tuesday/Wednesday 5/27-29, 2019
So now with our travel party complete we head to Mouffetard and end up at La Contrescarpe - highly recommended. It's on the corner of a busy square and we snag a table right out front. The four of us crammed into two round cafe tables and chairs. Smoking, drinking a carafe of red, Jake opting for a Pepsi and sharing a charcouterie plate. Great sleep on a great mattress! First day is a success.
Jake lets us sleep in. He's an early bird and reads his Hunter S Thompson (actually a reread, his 'vacation' paperback). Lazily we make our way to the river, the Marais and the crazily popular L'as du falafel. It is good - eggplant etc and fork eatable. Cali and I bought some nail/hand cream/buffer. Place des Voges and a brief rain shower. Then walked to the Louvre and did the Tuileries and kept right on going to the Eiffel Tower. That's a lot of walking btw. Great Paris walking. Uber to Vrbo - that's funny - and hit the hay. One more day here.
Jake lets us sleep in. He's an early bird and reads his Hunter S Thompson (actually a reread, his 'vacation' paperback). Lazily we make our way to the river, the Marais and the crazily popular L'as du falafel. It is good - eggplant etc and fork eatable. Cali and I bought some nail/hand cream/buffer. Place des Voges and a brief rain shower. Then walked to the Louvre and did the Tuileries and kept right on going to the Eiffel Tower. That's a lot of walking btw. Great Paris walking. Uber to Vrbo - that's funny - and hit the hay. One more day here.
Wedneday is Montmartre day. We have croissant/cafe at Verse Toujours and take Les Gobelins metro to Les Abbesses. Hills, lots of them. Major walking all over Montmartre. Lunch right in the square near Sacre Coure. So touristy I know but I had to stop and sit and replenish. Prosecco, for sure. Can't recall my food. Then metro to Pere la Chaise and just make it past Jim Morrison heading toward Edith Piaf when the place closes! At 6 pm. Who knew? It's light till about 9 these days, but I get it. Anyway we returned 'home' via metro and then had dinner, last night! fairly close to our VRBO and I can't remember the name. Mick had duck, which he had frequently it turns out. Tomorrow we have a 6 am train for Amsterdam.
Ugh getting up so freaking early. 15 minutes earlier than we had said we needed to. Feeling shit and trying to enjoy the lonely streets of Paris at 5 am. as our Uber zips toward Gare du Nord. Pockets of partying young people/students still out. Several and considering it's Wednesday.....ahh Paree.
Wander train station and make the move to the Netherlands.
see ya there.
Wednesday, June 12, 2019
Postmortem Paris
So picking up on the Paris story. J, C and I walked about 15 minutes to our VRBO. Hidden behind a tall wooden door we entered a straight walkway, lined with doors, shuttered windows, containers of small trees and flowers which branched right about 400 meters from the entry. This was the courtyard of our small wing (maybe 4 apartments?) and we were ground floor! Cleaning woman just leaving, she rode a scooter. One bedroom, great mattress, large closet, living room/second bedroom - decent pull out bed. Kitchen area and small toilet separate from the floor to ceiling tiled shower/sink room. We were just steps from the intersection of Les Gobelins/Rue Monge/Mouffetard. Verse Toujours was our am coffee stop; also had a salad there on Monday, sans Mick. We bought some body lotion and C started loving on the dogs. Which are much more reserved in Europe btw. Mouffetard was a bit quiet - many shops closed on Monday -but that actually made it better when we walked it again on Tuesday, with M now, and it seemed a different street! Lively with fresh seafood, cheeses, bakery, sandwiches and crepes and pita and...some jewelry etc. At some point we got near St Germaine and I texted G, my niece, that we were headed to Cafe de Flore. She and her girlfriends had just landed there! Great minds. We waited for C to use the Starbucks, single, restroom. I bought back up bandaids while waiting. After a quick stroll to the Flore we hung out on the street a minute talking to G, C and M - the table next to them was in the process of opening up!! Soon we had a drink and caught up with their adventures. They'd been out till 6 am, riding a scooter, meeting Italian men etc etc. Pretty cool to see your family member from Chicago for a drink in the sixth. We had to leave them to rendezvous with M at the Port Royale RER. Nice walk past Luxembourg Gardens. He strolled out the exit almost as soon as I had lit a cigarette (European behaviour only) - groovy timing. We took him to home for a shower and then went out for dinner.
xxoo
La
xxoo
La
Monday, June 10, 2019
Organizing Europe 2019
The tired is real. Very real. Travel, train/airplane/tram/metro/boat/car/foot. By foot. Lots of it. Then home, so inspired! - that I almost immediately weeded/planted the front yard. Looks great. Off my ketoesque diet for two weeks. Therefore my body is screaming at me. From all fronts. Note to self: always allow several days to recuperate. Stay focused on diet. Drink lots of water.
Focused. Today is to distill/organize some of our traipsing thru Europe. We can go many ways: by city, restaurant experiences, lodging experiences, walking, sites, meet ups, travel, moments.
Our first big travel moment: leaving Toronto via Air France. Lovely airline overall. Adorable flight attendents, tres stereotypique. Chic - no overstatement - on flight safety videos. Wrapped blankets and pillows and headphones and eyemask. Fresh rolls served by tong via the attendant to your three course meal tray, including cheese and champagne. Cognac, but of course. No coffee, try to sleep but I first get sucked into watching Colette on the inflight movie. Heck, I am on a flight to Paris. Wanted to see this movie, am a sucker for Colette, didn't really regret it, but I should have slept. Arrived (apres coffee, small yogurt, croissant on board) to CDG and the charming RER train. Airport is massive. We exit at Porte Royal and walk, easily, to our VRBO on Rue du fer a Moulin. I am so glad we stayed in this area - it was different from where I stayed both times previously in Paris, but still so walkable to the Seine. Rue Mouffetard is my kind of exquisite - walkable, varied, leads to something (Sorbonne). It's a lively mix of locals, students, some tourists. Everything to eat, displayed as artwork vignettes. We, sans Mick, explored a pharmacy and walked the hood to the Seine.
Wrapping today up here, for now. Am tallying all expenses and will try to make sense of that in the future as well.
smile......
La
Focused. Today is to distill/organize some of our traipsing thru Europe. We can go many ways: by city, restaurant experiences, lodging experiences, walking, sites, meet ups, travel, moments.
Our first big travel moment: leaving Toronto via Air France. Lovely airline overall. Adorable flight attendents, tres stereotypique. Chic - no overstatement - on flight safety videos. Wrapped blankets and pillows and headphones and eyemask. Fresh rolls served by tong via the attendant to your three course meal tray, including cheese and champagne. Cognac, but of course. No coffee, try to sleep but I first get sucked into watching Colette on the inflight movie. Heck, I am on a flight to Paris. Wanted to see this movie, am a sucker for Colette, didn't really regret it, but I should have slept. Arrived (apres coffee, small yogurt, croissant on board) to CDG and the charming RER train. Airport is massive. We exit at Porte Royal and walk, easily, to our VRBO on Rue du fer a Moulin. I am so glad we stayed in this area - it was different from where I stayed both times previously in Paris, but still so walkable to the Seine. Rue Mouffetard is my kind of exquisite - walkable, varied, leads to something (Sorbonne). It's a lively mix of locals, students, some tourists. Everything to eat, displayed as artwork vignettes. We, sans Mick, explored a pharmacy and walked the hood to the Seine.
Wrapping today up here, for now. Am tallying all expenses and will try to make sense of that in the future as well.
smile......
La
Saturday, June 8, 2019
Super Stoked
There is only so much to say in a (self imposed) 20 minute morning writing spree. For good or evil.
Today I choose good - gratitude b/c I am feeling it. Generally. The continent was all it is - beguiling, charming, enticing - so easy to love. Ancient, chic, clean, aware. I got home and almost immediately began weeding/clearing/planting my front yard, my legs are screaming: all the travel - planes, cars, trains, *walking* - and then gardening. Tonight I gig and so arnica and deep stretches soon; had hot baths last two evenings with Epsom salts. My point: all I saw was so inspiring. My entrances, gardens deck and patio need attention and work. So I working my way around, starting with the window box, front beds and easing some set ups on the patio; power washing the deck and wooden dining table.
Our interior is yummy tho - and that's one area for which I'm really thankful!! As I look around and appreciate my space my heart is happy. I didn't miss the peonies - super thankful. Mme Isaac Pereier roses look so good!!! On my hands and knees, little stories come to me - characters really. I've been weeding really close down to the moist earth, by hand, and sorting through the soil comes a snippet of a life, a short vignette, it just does...the garden, the earth will talk to you. So I have more to do there, but some perennials I put in two (?) years ago are looking good.
times up!
Today I choose good - gratitude b/c I am feeling it. Generally. The continent was all it is - beguiling, charming, enticing - so easy to love. Ancient, chic, clean, aware. I got home and almost immediately began weeding/clearing/planting my front yard, my legs are screaming: all the travel - planes, cars, trains, *walking* - and then gardening. Tonight I gig and so arnica and deep stretches soon; had hot baths last two evenings with Epsom salts. My point: all I saw was so inspiring. My entrances, gardens deck and patio need attention and work. So I working my way around, starting with the window box, front beds and easing some set ups on the patio; power washing the deck and wooden dining table.
Our interior is yummy tho - and that's one area for which I'm really thankful!! As I look around and appreciate my space my heart is happy. I didn't miss the peonies - super thankful. Mme Isaac Pereier roses look so good!!! On my hands and knees, little stories come to me - characters really. I've been weeding really close down to the moist earth, by hand, and sorting through the soil comes a snippet of a life, a short vignette, it just does...the garden, the earth will talk to you. So I have more to do there, but some perennials I put in two (?) years ago are looking good.
times up!
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