It was a light dusting, just enough to cover the grass. Charlotte stood at the front door, still sleepy, looked up and couldn't believe it. When memory clicked in she dashed out to frolic, chase the birds and make big, wide circles of joy.
By the time I returned from errands it was a pitiful mess thanks to rain so I didn't take a picture. The one above is looking part way down our driveway two years ago. I'm hoping that may happen again, but it's unlikely. It was a first in that quantity.
Today is soup-making day. Just back from the market with: celery and celery root, baby turnips, zucchini, leeks, carrots, broccoli, green beans and potatoes -- talk about antioxidants. We have a major family controversy about soup. I like mine all mixed into a potage while My-Reason-For-Living-In-France likes "to see all the vegetables." I feel as if the creaminess of the mix is more satisfying in the winter. I'll probably do a fifty-fifty.
A demain mes, très, très chers amis for next week's calendar. I hope you have a perfect weekend.