A quiet Sunday here at the Flophouse. We'll be going into town later on this morning to have lunch with my mother-in-law in Paris. Good thing we are going somewhere because today our house is the equivalent of a very bad neighborhood. There is a mountain of clean laundry for the Frenchlings to fold in the living room. There are books, magazines, brochures, unopened mail (the snail variety) and homework to be found on every surface on the main floor. The dining room sure could use to be vacuumed and mopped (hallway too) and one of our cats, Minouche, just threw up all over the kitchen floor.
Since there is nothing particularly inspiring inside the house and we won't be leaving for a couple of hours at least, best to put on the comfy shoes and take a tour outside. Ah, much better. I may be a lousy housekeeper but I'm a fairly respectable gardener. All the May showers combined with compost have done their work. Here's what's blooming:
Bon dimanche, everyone!