Debussy

Debussy reminds me of sunny summer Saturdays in England.

The kibbeh was a great success and despite the most eclectic mix of people, everyone got along famously. I want to lay outside in the sun and listen to Debussy. I walked Fred in the sun and the wind today, and as it blew over us gently, I realized how great it is to be alive on this earth. I thought he was sharing this sentiment too, until he leaned over and nipped me on the shoulder.

My house is full of flowers from my lovely guests, creamy roses and violet hydrangeas and white lilies. I have bottles of wine, some champagne, some mulling spices and a book by Charles Wright.