back to the first day of March. We were feeling
optimistic after our morning walk, since we
barely needed wooley scarves and I actually left
my jacket unbuttoned.😯I decided it was a perfect
time to start some spring planting, and so tucked
some tête-à-tête narcissus, a pale yellow primrose
and a hyacinth in the basket that hangs on our front
move on to my next big task of replanting all of
the window-boxes for the front of our house.
They're still full of winter heather and pansies,
and look like they've been through Storm Doris,
barely living to tell the tale.
I had hoped that in our part of England at least,
March would come in like a lamb, and so
broke out a new pair of garden gloves in honour
of the day. But my hopes were dashed, since it
looked more and more lionish as the day wore
All thoughts of planting daffodils, pansies
and primroses came to a soggy end.
set aside for another day.
week of March, as rain fell and lionish winds blew.
It was a week more suited to warm tea and a good
book, read by no less than eight kitchen lamps.
debuted a new series of mugs--'Lovely' London,
Paris, Venice, and best of all, Oxford mugs.
Not only is this mug beautiful and captures
Oxford's golden hues, it's one of the most
perfectly sized and balanced mugs we've ever
used. I noticed the Oxford mug is sold out,
but I'm sure there will be more.
and the 'Times.'
(on her accession to the British throne)
rain pelting against the windows, is called
A Secret Woman. It's written by an American
writer who lives and works in Oxford,
I had popped into Blackwell's bookstore last
week, always a very dangerous thing to do.
I dare anyone to walk through the miles and
miles of books in Blackwell's and not come
out with at least one book.
I stumbled upon
A Secret Woman almost immediately.
Once I saw that the inner sleeve was a photo
of the dreaming spires, it was mine. It was an
added bonus that it was a signed copy;
the beauty of an Oxford bookstore is that
often Blackwell's and Waterstones
have signed copies of many of the books.
A Secret Woman is about a young woman who
goes in search of her mother's past after
her mum passes away. She's bequethed an
enigmatic painted chest, full of papers and
books. In reading through them, she discovers
her mother had an entire secret life. She
begins a search to unlock her mother's secrets,
which leads her to England and to Oxford--
which is why the book had to come home with me.
In search of my
I found my own.
a harbinger of things to come. It's where
Christmas first appears and where Spring
makes it's first stand during a gloomy winter.
Even if I don't need anything in the market,
I always walk through it on my way to the
shops or the post office. The colours and the
smells combine to make a beautiful tapestry
for the senses.
listen to, touch, taste things.
Without them, these
sticks, stones, feathers, shells,
there is no Deity.
~ R. H. Blyth
singing birds outside, and finish what I started on
Wednesday. I have a date with some pansies.
And as Vita Sackville-West wrote,
Flowers really do intoxicate me......
and birdsong, budding trees, wispy clouds, chapel bells,
a good book, a cup of tea, the back door open to the
breeze, warm, little lamps, bright tulips on the kitchen
counter, and daffodils waving against a blue sky.
♬Who could ask for anything more?!♫
up over the front window. Bright pink primroses,