How, dear Reader, do I fill my days here in the Auvergne?
Well, you see, part of it, much like back home in Brooklyn, is spent in the kitchen.
However, here, I look at a little bouquet of poppies collected in a cornfield by my husband.
When he came back with these delicate little beauties yesterday, my neighbor looked at him with the air of bemusement a country resident reserves for city people who venture into nature.
"But, poppies don't keep in a vase! " she told me. " They will be dead by tonight."
Dutifully I translated what she had said into English.
"Oh, I don't think so....they will last longer than that." Mr. Pardon Me said with certainty. Defyingly, he walked into the house, found an earthenware vase and arranged the poppies in it.
Almost immediately, the flowers drooped their heads. But to our surprise, after a while,they perked up a bit. You see them on the first photo?
And do you also see the big "couronne" or bread "crown" in the big basket?
It is baked every day by the local baker in the village at the bottom of the hill.
And I am ashamed to say, after a meal, there isn't much left over.
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