How I've missed you friends

 Here I am, in France, settling in to our new home, while my beloved is back in Egypt, finishing up his contract. We were well on our way with the unpacking when I fell down the steps leading to the kitchen. I was looking at a broken knife in my hand and not where I was going. Fortunately, I didn't stab myself, only sprained my wrist and elbow. My mother-in-law is here to help me with the kids.

Even one-armed/handed, I'm doing my best to plant a winter garden, and the ER doctor would wince to see me trying to lug the chicken tractor from one garden bed to the next. C'est la vie, and I plan on living it to the max.

So, yes, things are going more slowly than planned, boxes are piled everywhere, and my Pinterest-inspired dreams of a well-decorated house are still but dreams. BUT! Walks in the woods have yielded wild raspberries and mushrooms. Hidden in the garden, under cardboard and oak fence posts, we've uncovered asparagus, strawberry plants, raspberries, onions...

Yes, c'est la vie et c'est bon.

I will be in touch more once typing is easier.