On my Sunday adventure in the forests outside of Paris I found :
A fine solution to the housing crisis.
The Young Men’s Christmas Association.
A path slightly less less traveled by.
A good chair tells its own stories.
Sunday adventures are important. Where are your springtime Sundays taking you?
No wonder the French army kicks ass at tennis.
Brilliant.
That one arbor reminds me of the Giving Tree. How lovely it must have been to sit on its cold, exposed rings.
I love rambling through that forest. Though last time I got rained on and stumbled into the secret bordel in the woods. Next time more caution is required…
I want to play top secret danger tennis.
This Sunday was really beautiful in Chicago and after grocery shopping and laundry, I invited Mom and Dad over for a barbeque. We left the back door open to a very curious cat, I put some tulips in a vase and opened the windows while E grilled steaks. Dad said, “It’s like the official start of Spring.”
And it’s been one hell of a winter.