Thursday, March 29, 2012


Oh turnips!
Des navets!  Excuse my French, but I can't help but share with you one more of grand-mère's mild expletives. It's a post-WWII oath spurred by the consternation of usually finding only turnips at the then meager markets.

Photo by Marianne Lecron
©2012 P.B. Lecron

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