Tales of a British expat, transplanted into the lush Tennessee countryside. Lover of old, time-worn, and antique. Tea-drinker, flower-grower, animal-nurturer.
Oh, what a goodly and a glorious show; The stately trees have decked themselves with white, And stand transfigured in a robe of light; Wearing for each lost leaf a flake of snow.– Richard Wilton (1827–1903)