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Tapas for Thanksgiving
A couple of weeks ago was Thanksgiving. It was a bit of a weird Thanksgiving for me because I found myself across the Atlantic ocean in the country the pilgrims first fled from...
Cornish Destiny
While I was sitting on top of the hill watching the sun set over the ocean, I had a frantic urge to write. I needed to capture the methodical crash of the waves against the cliffs...
A Hellvelyn of a Time
When I was 8 years old, I decided I was going to be a novelist. I think I heard about an 11 year old who wrote a series of novels about dragons and became a child prodigy. I remember thinking, "how hard can it be?"
My Weekend with Rosemary
Since I have returned from my weekend at Sandhill Farm, I have realized that the garden really is Rosemary herself. Honest, beautiful, always changing.
Surrey, Darling
One of the first questions I asked Row was if Wisley was considered London. She replied, "No... Surrey, darling!" With this answer I knew I would like where we were headed.
The other side of the pond
I am currently sitting on the front terrace of my cute little Air bnb watching the most incredible sunset over the 11th century church across the street. The past few days have been dreamy and a tad jet laggy...
The Delightful Unknown
"Let no one be discouraged by the thought of how much there is to learn. Looking back upon nearly thirty years of gardening..."
Reflecting Pool Reflections
Ah. The reflecting pool. It's black, it's rectangular, and everyone seems to wonder how deep it actually is.
Stuck in the Middle
I am smack dab in the middle of 3 girls in our family. I have grown up being known as Leigh's younger sister or Margaret Anne's older sister. I can't say I hate it for two reasons:
Loveliest Village
I have been dreading the moment I would graduate and leave Auburn since I moved in freshman year. I thought they would have to drag me kicking a screaming with Toomer's Lemonade in my hand all the way down highway 280.