Do you ever do this? Do you ever have to face a trying situation and look forward to a day ahead when you know that situation will be over? I’ve been doing that for three months now. Autumn’s been rather
But before I had to leave there was still time for one more photo. Time for a walk to gather some treasures, time to say goodbye to my friends, time to bake one more crumble from the garden blackberries, apples and plums, time
You all know Theo, my sweet, older British cat by now. This is how things work in his little cat brain: In the evening he snuggles up at the foot of my bed and looks away as if to say, "I'm
Gone are the bright mornings of summer. Here are the foggy, rosy, mythical mornings of King Arthur and Robin Hood. Walk down the lane with me this morning. Can’t you just picture the dragon stirring in the mist? The cow
The Astra sputtered and misfired on a cylinder driving up to the village hall the other day. It could have been one of about three problems, but, after going thru the easy fixes, the problem was narrowed down to a
So, having given myself the permission to freak out most of Sunday evening, I got my act together by 9am Monday and took my seven entries to the village hall. What a palaver! The whole adventure began with an email out to
Do you know about English hedgerows? Well, let me tell you. They are wild, living fences. A border line between properties, a windbreak between fields, a haven for small creatures, a closely planted, semi-impenetrable mix of shrubs and trees entangled
I found it for you. This lovely, lovely little chapel. Driving the direct road you sometimes have to take a turn. You just have to, don’t you? When a friend told me about a little chapel standing on its own
So, the pomp and pageantry of the Olympics has just about settled for 2012 and a funny thing is happening; people are still trying to generate news and debate around the Olympics and, I suppose, this will continue for some
That’s the wrong order. That’s not how things should be. Walk into any church in any village and you will probably see a child’s names on a tombstone. It’s one of the saddest things don’t you think? It must be. Walking thru St