Lena Mae’s books

My husband adores old books every bit as much as I do. Someday, I fear, the very rafters of our house will bulge with loved acquisitions. But even he looked askance at some of the derelict volumes I carted home from the dispersal of my grandmother’s house....

Continuing Education

  Aren’t you bursting with butterflieson the fourth of September?Like you’ll have to get on the bus in your tartan dress, with your lunch box. Though your body is twenty-nine. Though your mind is an old thing. Karen Peris, Beginning the World ...

There and back again…

Well, after a WordPress update, a browser upgrade, a new laptop and an idyllic Maytime sojourn in England, I am back! Philip and I have just returned from the most special trip imaginable. It really was a pilgrimage in many ways, as I am sure all lovers of English...

And all forlorn

We had an absolutely blighting frost this weekend, and much of the tender new growth that was last week so fair and fresh has blackened hopelessly or hangs limp upon shivering boughs. Where has our lovely spring gone? On Easter Sunday I wore a wool suit and fur in...