Friday, June 19, 2009
Glad to be Home!
When I heard what wonderful weather my neighbours were enjoying while we were away, I despaired that my roses would wait for me to enjoy their blooms -- while I have quite a few that keep blooming all summer, there are also quite a few wonderfully-scented pink roses that put on a one-time-only show in the spring -- including the richly-fragrant Fantin-Latour shown above. Walking down the road to our home this morning, we could smell the roses even before we could see them -- what a welcome! Indeed, rather than missing the annual show, we seem to have returned home right in the prime of it.
Here's a charmingly-named Rosa Complicata, in fact a rose of the simplest structure.
Sadly, I was too jet-lagged to make the light work for me here, but you can still perhaps see how these roses have taken over, festooning the garden gate with pink blooms.
For lunch: pita pockets stuffed with a mixture of chopped cauliflower, mushrooms, green onions, tomatoes and goat cheddar, microwaved for 2 minutes, or just until the veggies are nicely chewable and the cheese is melted -- not very French at all, but one of my staple meals, and oh, how I've missed vegetables!
For dinner: a huge salad of spinach, sweet onion, chickpeas, tomatoes, cauliflower, and sliced barbequed steak. Again, this wouldn't fly in Paris, but weeks of eating out had me craving dishes from lower on the food pyramid -- I usually try for a base of veg, even if I don't always live up to that. In both London and Paris, we tended to eat far more carbs and more protein than I find is good for me, so I was happy to have a bit more flexibility in my own kitchen. Not that I'd say no to some pretty little macarons for dessert should they magically appear, or to some beautiful croissants with my morning tea, but perhaps to say that too much of a good thing can make the taken-for-granted good things look even better.
Weeding, dead-heading, and just wandering my garden -- there are hours and hours of work here, and I'm looking forward to letting this replace my last few weeks' daily activity of wandering big-city streets. I love Paris and London -- big cities in general offer so much to the senses, but I'm glad now to make those senses pay closer attention to a different, perhaps more subtle, set of stimuli.
The Wire, Season 5. After weeks of entertaining ourselves outside and in public spaces, Pater and I have been looking forward to coccooning in front of the television screen, and, in anticipation, we stopped at HMV in Montreal to pick up the last season of this brilliant, brilliant show. We've just watched the first episode, which didn't disappoint, and we will probably hunker down for the second as well. Unless, that is, Pater finally succumbs to jet lag -- he's been going strong all day, running, gardening, cooking. While my "little nap" this afternoon stretched to 4 1/2 hours (he was supposed to wake me, but decided I needed the sleep), he's been sleep-free since 5 this morning, and may be crashing shortly. I, on the other hand, may well be awake in the wee hours again tonight. . .
And one last reason I'm happy to be home -- it's so satisfying to watch our new pergola being claimed by the surrounding climbers. Here, the Felicité et Perpetué rose is working its way onto the structure while the Darlow's Enigma in the background keeps its distance for now.