For me, the epitome of an English garden is one that looks tangly and wild… those lovely little cottage gardens,…
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Are Things So Different?…
Decades ago when I first graduated from the University of London, I worked some of my probationary year in a…
Buying the Wedding Dress…
OK! I had three weeks to plan a small, simple, rural do under the trees, a large, wild pecan sitting…
Marking Off The Days…
When an English calendar graces my wall, the week starts on a Monday, cleverly and accurately (in my British book), keeping the weekend days together.
News From Mistral August 5th-7th…Norway
Monday, August 5th 2013/Sailing I didn’t wake up until 12, I ate some lunch and then went to get my…
Wall Flowers and Secret Gardens…
Hubs and I are looking forward to returning to America and starting, what only theatre people can term, the third…
A Listening Sense…
As if my senses weren’t heightened enough from what my eyes were beholding in Jasper’s Horseshoe Canyon, my ears could…
The Enigmatic Brit…
We of British stock have an alluring air of mystery about us. Hubs read me a notice one day at…