Time is Flying

I can’t believe it is August already. Where is this year going? Summer has finally arrived in Paris as all of the Parisians head south to the beach. The city is gloriously quiet, except for the throngs of tourists who have descended. And Becky and my vegetable garden is doing amazing things – every day I pick a handful of tomatoes and now every time I look out of my window and down at the garden, this flower smiles back up at me.


Big. Red. Beautiful.

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2 Responses to “Time is Flying”

  1. Mum says:

    Beautiful flower,Jess. Do you know what it is called? You must have green fingers.

  2. Jess says:

    Thanks, Mum. I just dug a hole with Becky, inserted the bulb and voila! Everyone keeps telling me what they are called, but I forget… According to my sources (Chuck) it is a Dahlia.

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