I picked out these words today and shuffled them into a "poem". The tropics is a state of mind for me' I'm not really a fan of steamy heat. At least, only in small doses. But what with the snow today, again, coming and going as if the Weather did not know what to do with itself.... Our summers here are sub-tropical and I'm in no hurry for summer, but I do want a spring with moderate temperatures and dry skies.

Simplicity is the removal of the useless and the unnecessary--source unknown

 Spring and I think of Paris, well, April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom. Although I don't recall ever having seen chestnut trees in Paris. But I have known some cafés intimately. I was a regular at a café near the Place Colette, off the rue de Rivoli. It broke my heart when it closed its doors after a long, long life. My other haunt was Le Malakoff  at Place du Trocadéro, le Troc as we referred to it. It's still there, I'm happy to say. And the café at Gare de l'Est, the suburban railway station; I had many a café-crème there while waiting for my train.

Remembering my husband, the tea drinker

  
Simplicity is the removal of the useless and the unnecessary--source unknown