I’m trying to figure out how many cats live in our yard. I’ve so far counted 4 black ones, one ginger, two calicos, and one very lovely grey one that rarely makes an appearance. Also, I’ve noticed that the grapes in our grapevine have started to grow. Last year’s wine is surprisingly delicious, rich and full-bodied. I drink it with one of my aunts in the afternoon. The old ladies move slowly and complain of many aching bones. But they’re as stubborn as ever. Also, they eat mostly sweets. Easter lasts three days and the covrigi stand is closed. I’m rereading The Adventures of Miss Vulpe and planning a trip to Paris with my friend, the blogger behind The Amsterdamian, to celebrate my birthday.
