Goodbye parties are bittersweet. Bitter, in that the point of the party is to say farewell (à bientôt?). Sweet, in that you realize just how much you’ve grown. How fond you’ve become of your friends. How people can turn a decent experience into a great one. This particular party was full of sweet; the bitter part was postponed until the actual time of departure. But departure is still a little ways off so let’s pretend it doesn’t exist yet.
We started the night with very special Kir Royales. Already special because they were made with three types of liquor: chataigne (chestnut), mandarine (mandarine orange), and mûre (blackberry), but even more special since the Crémant de Bourgogne came with me from Beaune.
Sébastien showed us around his terrace. One of his hobbies is gardening – can you tell? Who do you think has been teaching me all these flower and vegetable names all this time? There are purple petunias, ducks (!!) , and purple clématites (clematis). Petunias have a lovely scent. Not my favorite of all the flower scents, but certainly intoxicating as well.
There are still more plants. There is a brugmansia tree (blooms with orange pendulous bell flowers in the summer) with petunias growing in the same pot, a mandarine orange tree with pink petunias, and a eucalyptus tree.
But the coolest plant of them all was sitting right in front of me on the table. This is a mimosa pudica. Sometimes called the sensitive plant, its leaves fold up when touched! It’s a little bit like us humans in a way – poke and it’ll retreat. But not for long, it’ll always open up.