Bonjour to my reader from France. I know a few other words but I'm sorry to say my days in Mademoiselle Howell's class weren't some of my best moments. It's not very difficult to change an "F" into a "B" on a report card. I only did this in my memory box. I suffered the consequences that semester. I did make Bs after that... for real. Ms. Watson, my second grade ?? teacher was the one who gave me my best memories of French--we just did some small conversations and since she was so lovable I learned more. Please don't ask me to conjugate any verbs--torture. Dear reader, I plan to visit Paris one day--bucket list.
Paris, a hydrangea, lives in a pot in my garden. She is showing off right now. All pink and beautiful. I babied her last year, much like the rose in The Little Prince, French novel. Wish I had a croissant for breakfast to go with all this Frenchness. I shall manger (eat) oatmeal with blueberries in a moment.
Raised the window so I could hear my feathered friends and clap my hands a the chat (cat) . All hydrangeas are stunningly happy and well watered this morning. Time to walk out and say "hello".
Remember your (I Love you mom ) Maman je t'aime this week. We are trained by Hallmark and the Postal Service to do that this Sunday. Mine has a lovely pot of flowers assembled on my recent visit. All purples and yellows.
Peaceful Thursday to all. I shall now tour the garden.