Paris has been much on my mind the last few days, probably because of the senseless tragedies that continue to be inflicted upon Europe. While missing Paris, I am also reminded that this time of year can be difficult there. You are sooooooo ready for spring (which according to Instagram has arrived in just about every other place in the world), and yet there you are, still wearing your tired sweaters and boots and hating them. It was also difficult to be so far away from home on Easter, and so I’m extra happy to be home to celebrate Easter with family this year. I’m making jambalaya for our Easter feast, because I am ready to swap out the ham tradition (never been a big ham fan, myself) and I think jambalaya could be up to the task of supplanting the pig in the middle of the table. I hope so, anyway.
So shall we lose ourselves in some Paris for a few minutes?
See- don’t they look cold under that stunning tree?
Yep- there was a reason those chairs were empty on April 4.
Eventually the lighter scarves come out again!
Wisteria!
Ridonculous ranunculus.
OK. Enough of that. Don’t we all have grocery lists to make? Eggs to stuff? Jelly beans to eat*?
I know I do. Can’t wait to see my
*Just reminded me of the time one of my precious kids all dressed in Easter finery took my hand, opened it up, and spit a sticky mass of half-chewed black jelly bean pulp in my palm. I totally understood the impulse but ick.
Mais Oui Paris 