A Gascon Year-Mars & Le Lunch Break: Omelette aux Fines Herbes
Petal by petal, a fragile, nearly translucent, ephemeral Spring arrives. One minute it’s a warm and enticing seed planting seduction, the very next moment the winter-crushed soil is compacting again under heavy rain. A blast of frigid air drives me inside, a draft of warm arriving on birdsong draws me out. And it goes on like this all through the length…
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