Last night, Anna and I said good-bye to our Paris visit and spoke of planning it for next year. She posted on her Facebook page, “F U Eyjafjallajokull.” This morning, I awoke to an excited email from my mother, saying that Air Canada had called Anna (who does not have the Internet) and told her that her flight would leave tonight, Tuesday night, to land Wednesday morning. I went on-line immediately, to see that Charles de Gaulle airport is still closed and a new plume of ash has exploded into the atmosphere. This is a crazy, worrying situation – much as I’d love my daughter here, I don’t want her to come if it’s dangerous or will be insane at the airports, as I can only imagine it will be.
Though the weather continues sublime, I know it’s fall, because the garden is shutting down and suddenly there’s so much