Throwing the Baby out with the Bathwater . . .
I just can’t do it. While I almost always make myself soldier on to the end of a novel, I’ve had to abandon two in the last few months. The first was the latest instalment…
View PostI just can’t do it. While I almost always make myself soldier on to the end of a novel, I’ve had to abandon two in the last few months. The first was the latest instalment…
View PostWhile I’m collecting my thoughts, and photographs, of the wedding, let’s go back to Paris for a while, shall we? Pater and I did, the evening after the nuptials, via Midnight in Paris, showing at…
View PostSo far, my visits to England have not allowed me to meet someone I’m sure would become a friend, someone whose too-occasional posts always interest and nourish me, someone who recently navigated the terrifying landscape…
View PostIf I don’t catch up by combining several short blurbs in one post, I’ll never get to talk about a book while it’s fresh with me. So, here goes, three from May: 1. I read…
View PostLisa’s post on roses inspired me to finally grab some photos of the riotous explosion of fragrant bloom in my wild cottage garden. . . .above, you see in the background the Rosa Complicata while…
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