What We See....  a List for Summer The wonderful British writer, John Lubbock, once said that “what we see depends mainly on wh...

The Lure of British Books Barring one rather over-enthusiastic pat down at Boston’s Logan airport last year, I have never had an inci...

Keep Always It wasn’t until about ten years ago that I realized my parents weren’t going to be around forever.  Oh, I’d been aware ...

On Tour The Songwriter, brave soul that he is, takes on the duty of driving our rental car whenever we are in Britain.  This is no ...

Every Now and Then, the Bluebells Wait for You Like most people of romantic bent, I fell headlong in love with the Merchant Ivory f...

Explore.  Dream.  Discover. In the upcoming days the curtains I pull back at dawn will reveal unfamiliar landscapes.   A tall to...

Through the Window Except for one unfortunate and blessedly brief anomaly when I was about eight, I have had long hair all of my ...

The Low Country It isn’t the light, seeping through the tops of the trees like honey,  gathering in golden puddles here and the...

What Do We Do? Thursday evening, following a long day of gardening, we decided to forego a home-cooked dinner and head over to our...

Sainthood? When one considers the fraternity of Saints, it is rather astonishing to realize the roles that have been played by ani...