Into the garden

This week, I reflect on planting our garden, banishing the bamboo and the uterus pool, and I order some bulbs. Plus a market haul and a recipe for oeufs cocotte aux champignons.

When we used to come to Marseillan on what some might call a holiday, others might view as a special ops mission to spy on this house, each time I walked past on the way to and from the port, I would peer through the railings to get a better look, to take in the details, to wonder if anyone lived here.

These reconnaissance missions were hindered by the f…