Then, early this week we traveled back toward Geneva and arrived at L'abri. We spent the last couple days settling into our new home. I was delighted to find an overrun terraced garden, and with my parent's help, we managed to get it ready for planting. Oh, I've been longing for a proper garden the past few years, and peas, beans, parsley, chives, and greens are already safely planted (that is, safe if I can keep a certain two-year-old construction worker in his own corner of the garden). More seed packets line my kitchen windowsill, a lovely row of possibilities.
As I've dug in the earth the last few days I've been joyful, feeling myself becoming attached to this place and this community in some small way. There is a lot of growing to do, and I don't suppose the plants will be very large by the time we head off on our next (unknown) adventure, but it is good to be home in this place, putting down some little roots once more.