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 23, 2011
When Christmas bells are swinging above the fields of snow, We hear sweet voices ringing from lands of long ago, And etched on vacant places Are half-forgotten faces Of friends we used to cherish, And loves we used to know.