Hi everyone, I’m tired.
Too tired to read everyone’s blogs, which makes me feel guilty and I’m good at guilty. But it’s planting season, which means that my wrists hurt again from wielding a spade, and typing doesn’t help them to heal. And my teaching is going to start up again. And I have my interview for the patisserie school, which will be a full-time gig if I get in. And the workers are coming back to fix our gates and give us an estimate for the kitchen. And I started my book (and actually have a plot, for once). Oh, and did I mention that I’m a mom to three small kids?
So I’m tired. I won’t hold it against you if you stop visiting my blog in the time that I’m not visiting yours. After all, what fun is unrequited love? But … sorry about that. There, I said it and can stop feeling guilty.
Here are some (okay, lots of) photos from Auvergne. It’s just pretty. You can imagine you’re there, and I can imagine I’m still there.
Hey! Let’s meet up for some fondue.
I won’t include the one of us kissing, because that would just be too dorky, wouldn’t it?