It is Michaelmas and Anne’s thoughts turn toward Kellynch and the Crofts who have now taken residence there. “WOULD YOU CARE FOR some blackberry jam?” Charles Hayter asked, lifting the dish in her direction. Oh bother, she must stop daydreaming before someone at the dinner table took notice, or worse, offense! Anne smiled, “Thank you, yes. I think I shall miss picking them.” “It is a shame there are still so many on the bushes … Continue reading →
Never had Anne had so many seeking her ear and her counsel. But as much as things were different, many things remained unchanged. ANNE PULLED HER SHAWL around her shoulders more tightly and slipped outside, the sun still so low on the horizon, only the servants were about. A fresh breeze teased, begging her to come out and partake of the morning, a far more appealing invitation than Mary’s snores filtering from her open window. The … Continue reading →
What lives you ask? Several things actually. First and foremost, my dishwasher! We had to call out a repair man, but were blessed with the world’s best repair tech. He’d been doing it 45 years, since he apprenticed at age 14! He showed us the part (a little electronic thingy on the digital control panel) told us he could replace it for $240 or we could buy the part at a store he recommended for … Continue reading →
One of the big things in our family is family dinners. We try to eat together every night, but with two college students and a high schooler in marching bad, that isn’t always so easy. Still we manage to eat together more nights than not. My boys like food and I like to cook, so all it all that works out pretty well. I’m no Master Chef contestant, but they like what I cook. And … Continue reading →
As the only female in a house full of men–and no the dog doesn’t count!–I often feel at a loss for things pretty. I can do without pink and lacy and frilly, but pretty, that I need. Especially in my work space. There in lies the problem. I share an office with my husband. He arranged the room as only an engineer armed with graph paper and a tape measure could. I bet you wouldn’t … Continue reading →
