Advanced Style There are some  mornings when I awake with a bounce usually reserved for eight year olds.  My energy level is high as...

Wildly Blessed The comments my readers leave here at The House of Edward are always a treat for me and I read each one with relish. ...

The Adventures of Apple Although they look enough alike to be frequently mistaken for brother and sister, Edward and Apple are not...

American Food I was dreaming of a city street in the rain.  Snug under a big, black umbrella, I made my way along the wet pavement...

The Southern Jubilee  It mattered not that the tea shoppe ran out of scones well before half past noon and, though disappointed, ...

June! I still remember it.  The feeling of the last day of school.  Three whole months stretching out before me like a yellow bric...

Under the Protection of Trees All day long they had stretched out their boughs to an azure sky, green and blue mingling to create an...

Exotic Marigolds My love of Scotland, and Britain in general, is such that whenever I board a plane with my passport in my pocket, i...

Farewell to Wilf At three twenty-two this morning I was awakened by a slow rocking motion not unlike the swaying of a boat tied u...

Summer Books and Where to Read Them The date of June 3rd is filed away in my head, brightly circled in red.  No, I am not attendin...