My Rose Bushes in my corner of France.
They have lasted through two winters.
They have lasted through two winters.
A new section of garden that I planted this year.
My Brooklyn garden the way it looked the day I left.
As though it was not difficult enough to leave this place after five weeks, the sun was gloriously shining today. It has not been this nice for a few weeks. With a heavy heart, I am packing everything away and saying good- bye to the neighbors. Oh, how I wish I could stay longer... But as my good friend Marinette told me yesterday, one has to leave in order to have the pleasure of returning.
I have been working on my little garden all this time and the weeds have given way to flowers. I have no illusion though: as soon as I leave this little hill, the weeds will return. Tomorrow, we are packing the car and heading to Paris. We need two days in the Metropolis to prepare ourselves for New York. Frankly I have not thought of Brooklyn for a while. But there is a little garden in Carroll Gardens waiting for me too. Weeds have probably overpowered my flowers there. I know what I will be doing as soon as I arrive...work, work, work to reclaim my patch of green.
The next time I will be writing will be from the other side of the Atlantic. So check back soon.
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