Holidays. I love holidays. I love them so much I’ll celebrate every holiday that holds a place in my personal pantheon. As a criminal defense lawyer, there is something in the idea of freeing those wrongfully imprisoned that appeals. The French could not shake the bonds of history and ended up with Bonaparte and imperialism, but change takes time. Michael advocated including photos of severed heads. I demurred. I’ll celebrate the traditions quietly and champion the change we have managed in spite of ourselves.

Holiday breakfast: home baked rye bread, butter, asparagus omelette. Black coffee. The NYT crossword. Rocks recovered on our dog walk to contemplate.

Breakfast fodder from the gardens. Okay, the peas wait for tonight’s dinner.

Garlic harvest: River Giant. Garlic and onions form part of dinner.

Rhubarb pie. Is rhubarb French? I doubt it. But pastry has to count.

Rain. Sun. Red wine. Good food (rhubarb stew…perhaps I can glean a theme yet). Good company. Good work. Always more work to do. We have much to celebrate.