You and your husband, the same boy you fell in love with all those years ago, give me hope Lor. In these days of quick divorce and separation at the slightest disagreement, of gender indecision and an almost complete inability to accept responsibility for our mistakes, knowing that there are still people that can abide the passages and r…
You and your husband, the same boy you fell in love with all those years ago, give me hope Lor. In these days of quick divorce and separation at the slightest disagreement, of gender indecision and an almost complete inability to accept responsibility for our mistakes, knowing that there are still people that can abide the passages and ravages of time is a gift. I look at my son and see the 'amour' in his eyes and hoe beyond all things that he will have never to face the heartbreak of separation. I know he is young, that he has much to learn, but what better way to face this life than with someone that he loves.
I feel the separation of ties to me and I mourn them already but they are for good reason, normal life evolving reason - I wish him only happiness, it is his turn. Mine is nearer the end, although I pray not too soon!
I envy your sightings and listenings of Canada geese, we see them fly over so rarely here. As a young girl living in the south of England it was an event I looked forward to with my father by my side - he would make up stories of where they came from and the adventures they had en route to wherever it was they were headed. Perhaps a few more facts at that age may have been more useful (he was a romantic by nature) but I still remember those days in late autumn as if they were yesterday.
I will try adding apples to the butternut soup, I have heard said before this adds wonderful flavour, and maple syrup too - if indeed I can find it in this area of deepest darkest France!
As I have just written to Kimberly, Virgina Woolf, to my limited knowledge has never written a word that hasn't left me thoughtful in its wake, and envious of her beautifully perceptive ability. That quote is one of my favourites, although there are many. xx
Maple syrup a rarity? I could never live in a country without! I’m in Vermont after all, the love and addiction of this ‘liquid gold’ born from a tree, is a staple in every household. I’m kidding, kind of.
When we first moved here in the early 80’s, we used to tell our out of state friends that in the kitchens of every home, there is a maple syrup ‘tap’ that is always full , the state delivers for free. ( Same goes for Ben and Jerry’s ice cream, specially delivered to your home for free🍨)
I found this quote, I’m sure if I looked a moment longer, I’d find a poem, close enough…
“Ah, luscious maple syrup has a smokey, caramel smell with woody notes of vanilla and English toffee. One sniff and you’re transported to a cozy log cabin in the woods overlooking a winter white snow bank. Inside, you sit by the fireplace and sip tea, comfy in some soft slippers; in the kitchen fluffy pancakes sizzle on a hot grill while a tall jar of maple syrup awaits your grasp.”
And always, always, the rich, robust flavor of Grade B or Grade A-very dark. A mug of hot maple ( like hot chocolate) is devine☕️
If I am lucky enough to find any at all here it is low grade of this I am certain, Trader Joe's rings a bell - it had little flavour at all, if any. I'm thinking of just how incredibly delicious a mug of hot maple syrup would taste... I am going to send my daughter on a motion to find some, she lives in Toulouse, there has to be some there 🤞🏽
You and your husband, the same boy you fell in love with all those years ago, give me hope Lor. In these days of quick divorce and separation at the slightest disagreement, of gender indecision and an almost complete inability to accept responsibility for our mistakes, knowing that there are still people that can abide the passages and ravages of time is a gift. I look at my son and see the 'amour' in his eyes and hoe beyond all things that he will have never to face the heartbreak of separation. I know he is young, that he has much to learn, but what better way to face this life than with someone that he loves.
I feel the separation of ties to me and I mourn them already but they are for good reason, normal life evolving reason - I wish him only happiness, it is his turn. Mine is nearer the end, although I pray not too soon!
I envy your sightings and listenings of Canada geese, we see them fly over so rarely here. As a young girl living in the south of England it was an event I looked forward to with my father by my side - he would make up stories of where they came from and the adventures they had en route to wherever it was they were headed. Perhaps a few more facts at that age may have been more useful (he was a romantic by nature) but I still remember those days in late autumn as if they were yesterday.
I will try adding apples to the butternut soup, I have heard said before this adds wonderful flavour, and maple syrup too - if indeed I can find it in this area of deepest darkest France!
As I have just written to Kimberly, Virgina Woolf, to my limited knowledge has never written a word that hasn't left me thoughtful in its wake, and envious of her beautifully perceptive ability. That quote is one of my favourites, although there are many. xx
Maple syrup a rarity? I could never live in a country without! I’m in Vermont after all, the love and addiction of this ‘liquid gold’ born from a tree, is a staple in every household. I’m kidding, kind of.
When we first moved here in the early 80’s, we used to tell our out of state friends that in the kitchens of every home, there is a maple syrup ‘tap’ that is always full , the state delivers for free. ( Same goes for Ben and Jerry’s ice cream, specially delivered to your home for free🍨)
I found this quote, I’m sure if I looked a moment longer, I’d find a poem, close enough…
“Ah, luscious maple syrup has a smokey, caramel smell with woody notes of vanilla and English toffee. One sniff and you’re transported to a cozy log cabin in the woods overlooking a winter white snow bank. Inside, you sit by the fireplace and sip tea, comfy in some soft slippers; in the kitchen fluffy pancakes sizzle on a hot grill while a tall jar of maple syrup awaits your grasp.”
And always, always, the rich, robust flavor of Grade B or Grade A-very dark. A mug of hot maple ( like hot chocolate) is devine☕️
That made me chuckle, maple syrup on tap.. 😂
If I am lucky enough to find any at all here it is low grade of this I am certain, Trader Joe's rings a bell - it had little flavour at all, if any. I'm thinking of just how incredibly delicious a mug of hot maple syrup would taste... I am going to send my daughter on a motion to find some, she lives in Toulouse, there has to be some there 🤞🏽
Mission not motion! Oops..
Well, you’re putting her in motion…
I’m going to try!