Tales of a British expat transplanted into the lush Tennessee countryside.
Lover of old, time-worn, and antique.
Tea-drinker, flower-grower, animal-lover.
Friday, December 12, 2008
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas...
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)