Apple and the Rose Coming home from an late evening walk, a neighbour called to me from his garden. He had snipped a fat orange rose from th...

A Happy Mistake For the past two Sunday nights, I have been lost in Sweden. Not serenely strolling through the softly sunwashed colours of...

A Quiet Day I was presented with a quiet day. A freshly wrapped candy box of calm and peaceful hours, each one nothing less than a divine mo...

Fun A couple of nights ago I found myself in a car with three world class wits as we all returned home from a rather extravagantly overacted...

Eat, Drink and Be Merry So many times, whenever a friend is embarking on a first trip to Britain, the inevitable question arises...”what abo...

John Romain Changed My Life There are people who dwell in the rooms of my memory and I try to visit them often. Strangely, some begin to ...

The Flower Moon In icy fullness he sits aloft, enthroned in the blue-black January sky, a lambent wizard whose incantation of frozen light ...

The Ghost in Love Every Friday , the New York Times publishes a special section in their newspaper entitled Escapes. Different from the Tr...

A Dozen of My Favourite Things for May 1 . The Imaginative Art of Gretel Parker Illustrator and Toy Maker Extraordinaire Her painting featur...

Green Gardens The recent airing of the remarkable production of HBO's Grey Gardens has precipitated quite a lot of conversation in my ci...

Ever Smiling Her beauty, while intoxicating, never overpowers as does that of her summertime sisters. She has never been as reserved, nor as...

The First Few Notes of a Song In recent days I, like so many others, have struggled to hold back tears as I sat in front of my computer scre...

Our Friends The morning had just awakened, stretching out her graceful arms in painterly strokes of pink and blue as she yawned with sweet b...

Sheep I have always had a thing for sheep. How well I remember the perfectly delicious feeling of having a chubby white ewe take treats fro...

Imprisoned Like most interior designers, I am a total showhouse addict. I love to see what other designers are thinking and how those thoug...

The Storm The full moon covered his eyes with clouds, not daring to look as the boiling darkness filled the skies above our cottage. Sudden...

I Have Seen the Bunny, and He Is Me Unusually large and unnaturally bipedal, they are outsized versions of the storybook characters and ca...

And Death Shall Have No Dominion And death shall have no dominion. Dead men naked they shall be one With the man in the wind and the west ...

Andalusia Her writing was oft considered somewhat strange, so it seemed only fitting that I embarked on my birthday pilgrimage to her farm j...

William and Me “We have within ourselves Enough to fill the present day with joy, And overspread the future years with hope.” William Wordsw...