27 March 2015

Equal time

I've taken a few photos with the new camera, but I'm still working to get it set up to suit me. Actually, I'm missing the camera I left behind in North Carolina. Sigh. I'll get going with the new one soon. Here, however, is a not-very-good photo of Bertie, who deserves his day after Callie's yesterday.

Meantime, there are some signs of springtime. My plum tree, planted five or six years ago now, is in full blossom. I'm hoping for a bumper crop of little red plums this year. They'll make a good clafoutis or tarte.

Why did the earthworm cross the road? How did he get all that energy in such cold weather? Why didn't he go underground instead of at surface level? Worms are mysterious creatures. There are billions and billions of them on Earth, but we hardly ever see them. This one was about a foot long.

It's time for the morning walk with Callie. Bertie is curled up on his towel on a pillow on the sofa. Callie is patiently waiting for me to come upstairs and put my outdoor clothes on. Here I go.

26 March 2015

Three for a Thursday

Jet lag. It's worse coming this way, against the sun. Here I am, early-bird me, struggling to wake up at nearly eight o'clock in the morning. Yesterday, I wanted to go to the supermarket, but by mid-morning (5:00 a.m. in N.C.), I was too groggy to drive. A cup of coffee revived me, and the same thing is helping this morning.

I did enjoy the walk with Callie yesterday morning, between eight and nine. We walked through vineyard and woods, out to the paved tourist road, and back home again. You would have thought that might wake me up and get my mind and body working again. Not really.

So I guess I'll try to get to the store this morning. There are things we need and want, including some cream cheese for the bagels I packed in my carry-on and brought back. This morning, the sun is again shining. It's cold out, and light rain is supposed to move in again this afternoon. March is going out like a wimp.

I am enjoying getting back to my old stomping grounds, even if I am half out of it and the weather is a lot colder than I would like. It will soon be time to get to work in the garden. Early springtime is probably the cruelest season. You just have to wait it out.

25 March 2015

Le retour

The departure from North Carolina and the arrival in France came off without a hitch. This morning, my thoughts are with the families and friends of the Spanish and German people, including a lot of young students, who died yesterday in a mysterious plane crash in the French Alps. The plane I was on, flying from Atlanta to Paris yesterday, passed through several zones of turbulence as we approached the European continent, but we landed safely and on time. I took the TGV from Roissy-CDG airport to Tours, and it was on time as well. All in all, it was an easy and speedy trip.

Here's a photo of some of the food products I brought back from N.C. I took the photo with my new camera, a Panasonic Lumix TZ40, which I ordered from amazon.fr. Texas Pete is a North Carolina hot sauce. I also brought back a lot of new clothes.

Callie was glad to see me, I think, and seemed surprised by my sudden reappearance. It's time for me to take her out for the morning walk. Yesterday afternoon we had to go out in a cold rain, but I screwed up my jet-lagged courage and got the job done. It's cold here — much colder than in N.C. — but this morning there's some hazy sunshine and no rain. Where is springtime?