Happy New Year everyone. Memories of 2012, a pick and mix from my personal files.
January 6th. Anyone ever heard of this: my Czech grandmother always insisted that Christmas decorations stay up till Jan. 6th, the feast of the three kings, the 12th day of Christmas. My British grandmother thought it was silly, but I loved my
Driving back from Oxford over the Thames, beside the Windrush and down to the village, you might be excused for thinking you’re in the Lake District instead of Oxfordshire! Honestly rain! Enough already. There has been so much rain here
Happy, happy Christmas to all of you my friends on this Christmas eve.
This Christmas eve I wish you a lovely hot bubble bath, Some peaceful time with your most treasured books, The best carols and brightest candles to light up the night, And most importantly, I wish you a heart full of happy, rich, magical
It’s been a blustery night last night and the wind rattled my little bedroom window so much that I closed it in the middle of the night. I wonder how similar the West Coast wind storms are to Oxfordshire
Here we come a-wassailing Among the leaves so green; Here we come a-wand'ring So fair to be seen. Love and joy come to you, And to you your wassail too; And God bless you and send you a Happy New Year And God send you a Happy
You all probably know my sweet British cat Theo by now. But you may not know that last week he gave us a bit of a scare. He developed a block in his intestines and we rushed him to his vet
Now let’s go. First thing: drink lots of water, this is heavy work! Clean up the studio. You know you want to. And then maybe hang a little golden snowflake from your brushes so your precious tools feel the Christmas spirit. Been
Drove to Sudeley Castle this Sunday because it was the last the castle would be open until next March, and so my last chance to visit the beautiful castle and grounds for the year. It’s such a beautiful drive across
Ran out yesterday morning before tea! I know, unheard of
Walking thru the gate into the fields this December afternoon into a soft and misty world. Above me, a pigeon takes flight. Then five, then fifty. The trill of their frantic wing beats cut thru the softness. Then, the copse