Gone fishing

We’ve been absent from these virtual pages, only because we’ve been busy elsewhere.  First Malin and Simon and Anton and Klara came over and fixed everything that was broken like Gabriel’s bedroom floor and cleaned the house spotlessly and made lunch too, and then Klara walked,

And the next day,

Grandpa and Mimi came to visit and brought boots and music and trumpets and letters and birth certificates and manual labor in the form of yard landscaping and good work advice and great meals.  And then Jane and Ed came

and Ed wrote a poem in the chapel. 

Then on the 26th, Timothy arrived in Paris, and the rest is his-story too now.  After two days of playing in the capital and seeing my dears Marie-l’or and Nicky and meeting Andrea

and velibbing at midnight up to the Arc de triomphe and the Eiffel Tower,

we came home to Maffay and played here with Paul and Joyce and Gabriel, and Malin/Simon/Karin/Jean-Jacques/Sylvain/Jacques/Astrid/Oskar/Anton/Klara for music night.  And we worked in the garden and worked in the house and had more good meals and lots of music and went to the beach too and then more music at a boeuf with Jean-Giacomo and Sylvain and Jacques and two Oliviers,

and fishing and meals with Sandra and Jean-Luc and river expeditions on the Couesnon with Jean-Luc and visits to the dentist and the bank and the local saxophone shop. 

Timothy gets along well with Cip and Max, and Gabriel, and me.  We all agree that he is welcome to live here with us in Maffay, so you’ll see a bit more of him, here.  And we are very happy about that.  More pictures to come, soon.