Posted by on Oct 2, 2020 | 12 comments

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wait a minute, Loulou, that’s not UNDER a bed.  That’s under your security pants!

Well, Mary McNeil sent this lovely morning story about Stevie and I’d like to share it.   What is happening is that each morning during this pandemic, mama is having her little morning espresso with an uplifting or courageous or just plain funny story that brings smiles to mama’s and papa’s breakfast table.

Hey, everything gets a bit overwhelming at times, and a smile break takes a bit of pressure off of the political powder keg upon which some of us sit.  Whatever that keg is…

Still, thing are looking up, and we are sorry for anyone who contracts this virus.

And along with Stevie’s story, we also found Bisky blown over on the terrace by 120kph winds that turned over mama’s potting soil box and strewed it to the winds!  Plus the Japanese shisu plant was on its side but the roots still intact.  Shutters banging, windows wailing, tomatoes 🍅 trembling, roses rippling, peppers petrified, and one HUGE unripe lemon, the first of the season, blown right off his hinges!  He will ripen, but he weighs half a pound and is a bit traumatized by this warm wind.

Except this is a warm wind and I can’t find a name for it in France.  In Spain, according to research by ever-helpful papa, the name is, in Catalan, is midjor, or midjord, or mitjorn, or migjon or midfurn!

In Spanish it is lebeche.

I’m just going to say I’m tramontised, haha.

I’m heading straight for my nest under the bed…uh…papa’s pants until this…uh…blows over.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

PS Why do they call the wind Maria?  Always wanted to know that…