More glorious color from the maples along our street. . .you cannot see Gramm's home in this photo. . .it's further down the street.
The weekend was great. . .it was so good to be with Peter again. . .has been a couple of weeks or maybe three since our last time together. It was a low-keyed time, spent mostly at home.
Saturday evening Mme Bouvier was conveniently "out for the evening". . .off in the setting sun, along the colorful trees in her flaming red VW. She and Peter hit it off the first time he was here, right from the start. I was upstaiurs in my room when he arrived shortly after noon. I looked out the window and there she was greeting Peter with a big hug and kiss on both cheeks. . .la femme francaise. . hehe
When we started preps for supper we discovered several fluted glasses of chocolate mouse with a bowl of raspberry-flavored whipped cream. yummmmies.
You've heard the quip "life is short: eat dessert first!" ? So we did consume one of the glasses of mouse, each with a spoon to feed the other. . .lots of whipped cream.
It was good!
Fortified with the mouse, we set out to prepare dinner. . . .baked salmon with a citrus glaze, green beans with garlic bits and almonds, wide noodles, green salad. Since we do not drink alcohol. . . ..boring, aren't we! hahaha. ..NOT. .... we drink sparkling water with lemon twist.
A quiet evening, fun, sweet. After dishes and cleaning up. . .yep, we are both so domesticated. . .lmsao. . . we took mousse. . and all the raspberry whipped cream.. . .yummmm. with us and spent the evening upstairs. . . .enjoying. . .with a nice fire in the fireplace. Damn, it was all so totally excellent.
I didn't want to be outdone by all the brilliants colors of the trees I decided to add some color of our own. . . .LOL
Sunday morning we went Gramm for Mass and then took her off to a country inn for brunch. It was fun and Gramm seemed to enjoy everything so much with her two men! Noice. . .hehe
Back home for the NYTimes and plain old quiet time. Peter headed home a bit before the sun was beginning to set. . .to join the rest of the weekend
Things we just sooooooooo quiet. . . . after he left. I tried to do some homework and read but my head and heart was too full for that. . . .so I went for a walk. . . alone. . .listening to my sounds as I scuffed thru the fallen dried leaves . . . my ears and nose getting a tad chill. . . . . .
All is well. . . .All things are well. . . .All manner of things will be well.