Brett had picked up a package for me from the post office. It was from my friend, Sylvie, in Normandy. I wondered if something in the package smelled but the customs form she had completed said "savon" and "parfum." Soap and perfume don't smell like dirty laundry but I went ahead and opened the box. It is my birthday tomorrow and I wanted to see what she had sent.
|nougat, wine, spices, linens -- all linked to wonderful memories of shared meals|
And the mud room? Smells like clean laundry.