Years ago I started walking early in the morning, before sun-up, roosters and bird-song. Often with my neighbour’s dog who…
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Hubs’ Field…My Field…
For me, the epitome of an English garden is one that looks tangly and wild… those lovely little cottage gardens,…
Sunset in the East…
Footlights faces West. In the summer I’ll see an orangecrush-float sky foaming over the barn and the back fairway first…
Spring at Footlights…
It’s been wet since February! I’m sure there have only been a handful of days when the sun’s either come…
Fire in the Pit…
Last year we decided not to burn our brush and branches in the pit. It doesn’t take long to fill…
Fall…In Texas?
Autumn… A favorite time of year- -if we are blessed with one! Texas typically rushes headlong into winter giving a…
Snow at Last…
I do so love the snow; I always have. Very occasionally we would have a white Christmas in London and…
Footlights After the Rain…
So much to see after a week of rain at Footlights… Too many inches to keep track of the aftermath…
Hanging Bird-Houses…
We dried out some special bird house gourds a year or two ago. Hubs cleaned them, cut a hole, and…
Complete Surrender…
It’s that time of the year again and I’m down in my trees wrestling with brambles and vines, climbing into…