it is to travel until he comes
home and rests his head on
his old, familiar pillow.
It's never easy living with your heart split in two, but it does makes life sweeter. So coming back last week to my English home, after three weeks away visiting my American home, was very sweet. It's good to be back, especially home to Oxford in May. Every moment has been a revelation, since when I left the trees were barely leafed out and the lilacs were full of tight buds. I returned to an explosion of spring. Wisteria is hanging heavily against college walls and archways, and there are lilacs on every corner scenting the air. Sweet, sweet May.
I always think of lilacs as the Queen
|Bright yellow Laburnum with|
New College as a backdrop.
|Laburnum mixed with Queen Anne's Lace,|
also known as wild carrot, in Holywell Cemetery.
|Wild irises growing in Holywell Cemetery.|
|Jack, so happy amongst the buttercups,|
glad to have us all together again.
to the Turf Tavern, just down the street from us,
my cider and Stuart with his Hook Norton ale.
|We had a leisurely lunch out on the|
sunny terrace--and then back down the
street, back home for a three hour nap.
(The other best remedy for jet lag.)
sky flecked with little fleecy white clouds
drifting across from west to east. The
sun was shining very brightly, and yet
there was an exhilarating nip in the air,
which set an edge to a man's energy.
~Sir Arthur Conan Doyle .
the garden to see how my garden grows.
Miss Havisham and Lady Catherine de Bourgh
were so happy to see me, or at least I think they
were. Maybe it was just the blueberries I tossed
to them. Hard to say with chickens.
|Miss Havisham in her natural habitat surrounded|
by forget-me-nots and English daisies. The lawn
needs a good mowing, so that's today's job.
|I never get tired of opening the little door and|
seeing their daily gift to me. I always thank the
girls and tell them how wonderful they are,
and they strut around saying, "We know."