A heart in two places has been the story of my life since Stuart and I first met here in Oxford, the summer of 1998.
|Not a true likeness-but you get the idea.|
I left in April showers and returned home to summer. I left behind wilted and waning daffodils and returned to Queen Anne's Lace.
After being gone five weeks my flowers were neglected and sad, so I came back to hours of gardening. But I also came home to June roses.
It seemed like one minute I was on my brother's sail boat or driving along the California coast on Highway 101, from Santa Barbara, down past Malibu and into LA, and the next moment there I was, back on Holywell Street, walking through our front door.
|Gate and clock tower|
Harris Manchester College
June 9, 2014, 10pm
I put my bags down and immediately started cleaning and addressing a list of things as long as my arm left undone for 5 weeks-welcome home! But I also returned to the late afternoon sun bouncing off the golden Cotswold stone of New College, a fridge stocked for the summer with pear cider (something not to be found in the U.S.), and being able to go for a walk at 10pm on a long summer evening.