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'June came in with fields of white clover, and Catherine spent long mornings in the open, reading to Audrey whilst Adam slept and the su...

One of the many rituals that distinguish the weekend, or holiday, to Monday to Friday is breakfast. Eating toast to be precise, in the week ...

Today with #shareadvent it's Gratitude. This post makes me grateful for a festivity to break up the dark winter months. An excuse to se...

The prompt for #shareadvent today is. ' Light a candle. Remember. Give Thanks.' 'Audrey stood and looked at the Christmas tree...

We started some of our Christmas shopping this weekend and had our traditional Christmas shopping lunch of a Pret turkey sandwich. 'Eit...

One flower bed is looking especially gorgeous this summer. I think it might be something to do with an abundance of foxgloves. "They ...

After a delightful Friday evening mooching in Daunt Books , spending my birthday book money, and a little bit more.  I was fortunate to buy ...

There are lots of times in our house when I think of the women before who lived here. Often when reading books I wonder about who lived here...

Having spent a lovely few hours in the garden this weekend.  This passage is perfect for Warmth and I. 'In May the fruit trees an...

' Slowly, laboriously, the years swung through the cycle of the seasons, crawling up to April, tumbling over into the glory of May, wani...

I'm still in the wonder of blossom. 'As she stood up to go she looked out at the stretch of garden behind the cottage. The newly t...

Whilst walking around Ham House the other weekend, as one does, the lawn was awash with daisies. I knew I'd read a good daisy quote rece...