After busying myself with some bookkeeping this morning, I just had to join the dogs out in the garden and sniff the crisp springlike air.
Now, what mischief can we get into ?
Don't ask, it's just a piece of an old blanket.
Nice new hairstyle you've got going there, Sam.
And then I spotted the wood pigeons up in a nest in the tree. Surely, that is way too early ?
La Chatte Gitane (or The Gypsy Cat) was the name we chose for our cottage in France. We chose it while on the road, moving home, from Ireland to France with 2 dogs and 7 cats in the car.
This blog began its insignificant life as a recipe book for friends and family who would ask me repeatedly for a recipe of this, that and the other.
Since then it has taken many different directions, like gypsies tend to do. Sometimes making a U-turn and revisiting familiar roads and taking a break when necessary.
You'll find recipes here, but also musings about the places we've called home, the gardens that we've established, not always successfully, the homes we've improved and the environments we've lived in. Currently, that is back in Ireland.