A Return to Three Pines: The Cruelest Month

We have visited Eastern townships twice and oh so want to return.
I remember the smell of fallen leaves and the sound of walking the paths through the leaves. It is a beautiful place in the fall. Hoping to visit again!!

I’m homesick already!

The aroma of the food that is in the Bistro is so enticing. As one who has lost her sense of smell (not Covid-related), any description of aromas is welcome.

Definitely the fragrant smells of baking & cooking hover in the bowl shaped village. The crisp scent of pine & autumn leaves. The brook bubbles up it’s own flavor of dewy wetness. Does snow & ice really have an odor? Not if your nose is frozen & bones are brutally cold!

From the Gamache quote, I’m inhaling the scent of lilacs. I’m drinking in peonies, daffodils, dogwoods, and hydrangeas. However, the bistro has ☕️, , , first thing in the morning. Later, the aromas for melted Brie, quiche, French onion soup, and scotch/wine/Diet Coke knock me out while solving murders. My most favorite food discovery from Three Pines is the avocado, apple, honey, lime, green onion salsa. This is so refreshing in springtime, but when it’s topped on a juicy cheeseburger, it’s a game changer. Thank you Louise for your inspiration and talents. Stay healthy, ☮️