Now that sounds a wee bit melodramatic doesn’t it … and a bit like something dreadful must be happening. But it isn’t at all. The sun rises and sets. We potter along. We now have the complete set of
the point of things
bicycling pantaloons and picnics
I may have been delightfully prepared for High Tea last week, but when it comes to sewing up some new clothes … well, there’s no time like just before we need to leave for whipping up something new to wear!
thoughts on a terrace, a cross stitch and a flannel nightie
The first thing we did at Wombat Hill on that wintery August day, almost three years ago, when we settled on this piece of land, was to plant two apple trees and a mulberry. The mulberry tree has grown enormous
high tea at wombat hill
Life is always full, isn’t it. For most of my adult life, I’ve longed for those endless weeks where nothing out of the ordinary happens. Gentle, slow weeks where time is endless, demands are small, and we are cheerful,