tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519696177974821297.post4378013601774501742..comments2022-10-13T15:09:21.665-07:00Comments on From My Paris Kitchen: Thirty Years Ago TodayP. J. Grathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12693462910472164289noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519696177974821297.post-62464800140527954372020-05-01T10:39:53.695-07:002020-05-01T10:39:53.695-07:00Oh, yes, Paris in the spring. Muguet everywhere, ...Oh, yes, Paris in the spring. Muguet everywhere, but my little garden had enough out there bouncing their little buds to make me happy today. Now if only I had some of that perfume somewhere . . .Ruminatinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03005448306780334183noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519696177974821297.post-26926166642663689942017-05-02T11:11:03.420-07:002017-05-02T11:11:03.420-07:00Yes, what good fortune that we found one another i...Yes, what good fortune that we found one another in the blogosphere and realized there was only Grand Traverse Bay between Northport and Eastport!P. J. Grathhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12693462910472164289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519696177974821297.post-1461640790579158542017-05-01T14:21:37.555-07:002017-05-01T14:21:37.555-07:00It is a fine thing to have such a memory. I wish,...It is a fine thing to have such a memory. I wish, not for the first time, that I'd known you then. I'm glad, once again, that I know you now!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com