Summer Sitting, In Colour. . . .
We added two more colours to our collection of beach chairs — I trusted to Paul’s choosing, knowing I’d love a random effect (he asked for the pink one, was corrected by the floor staff…
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Summer Garden, Oceanside . . .
My botanist-horticulturist (artist-writer-naturalist) friendAlisononce called my front garden a Darwinian garden, alluding to my tendency to throw plants into the soil here and see what survived. While the rest of the garden is shielded by…
View PostIn the Early Morning Light . . .
Saturday morning, I woke early as usual and enjoyed the luminous tranquility of the day’s beginning. . . I peeked outside at the tent my visiting son had set up on the deck (can you…
View PostA Different Kind of Peace . . .
Doesn’t it look peaceful, the view from our beach? But that’s all going to change in a few hours. The peace is going to be disrupted, and I couldn’t be happier. My son and daughter-in-law…
View PostMy Life in French, Instalment Three*
*If you missed the earlier two Instalments and would like to catch up, click here and here “Le R E R, ça marche? Le R E R, ça marche?” Every few visits to Paris, we’ll…
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