I cried over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts. The field of cornflower yellow is a scarf at the neck of the copper sunburned woman, the mother of the year, the taker of seeds. The northwest wind comes and the yellow is torn full of holes, new beautiful things come in the first spit … More Shorter Days and Cooler Nights and It’s October
Daisy won’t let us hug anymore. Nor can we sit close to each other on the sofa. She has become possessive… not of me but of AP, who gives her a long and luxurious morning back scratch while he watches the news. A behaviour modification program is in place.
I went walking this week with good friends. It was about a 4 mile trek but maybe a little more because we zig zagged around a bit after miscalculating a footpath. I barely noticed because I talked and talked and talked the whole time and when the walk was over we ate lunch at a … More September Beginning
The meadows are now yellow and brown and the light in the sky drops off a bit earlier in the evening. Very soon I will feel that first autumn nip in the air during the late afternoon, when I walk the dogs. My birthday came and went, which is a bit of a relief to … More Late August
…and we all need a laugh. “Mom When I Visit Home”
The heatwave broke when we had a slight rain shower Friday afternoon and then a good, clapping thunderstorm later that evening. I hosted a dinner for friends Friday evening and Miss Thing worked her way onto the lap of one of the guests. Luckily our guests loved our dogs. The following day we popped into … More Rounding the Corner
England is having a heat wave, the likes of which I have not experienced in the 15 years I’ve lived here. The photo below pretty much sums up how we all look at the end of the day, when we’ve powered through high temperatures with no air conditioning. Another allium from my garden… one hollyhock … More The Long Hot Summer
We began our trip thusly: Daisy really resented the whole “riding in a crate in the back seat” experience and she cried for the first two hours of the ( 5 hour) trip up to North Yorkshire. We spent the first day at Fountains Abbey, a ruin of a Cistercian monastery, founded in 1132. It … More North Yorkshire
Poppies in a church yard… and at the side of the road. A village fete. This is a typical scene at this time of year as many local towns and villages have fetes, or fairs as they are known in the U.S. It’s a time when the community comes together to enjoy local food, drink, … More Early June
My garden and my bee friendly plants. My tall purple flowers have blossomed. On sunny days I walk the dogs in this field. We visit a stream that runs parallel to this old rickety fence because AP planted a small tree there once, in memory of Pickles. The tree never grew but we always visit … More When the Sun Comes Out
