Tales of a British expat, transplanted into the lush Tennessee countryside. Lover of old, time-worn, and antique. Tea-drinker, flower-grower, animal-nurturer.
Swinging makes you a child again, if only for a short time.On your post beneath, I so love baling season. We have many farms surrounding ours and I love to see the round bales laying in the fresh mown meadow. Ah,the scent!
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Oh you make me homesick for home. I love your photo of the swing in the mist.
~Clara
Jo
Can you put a video up of the buzz.?
Beautiful.
Swinging makes you a child again, if only for a short time.On your post beneath, I so love baling season. We have many farms surrounding ours and I love to see the round bales laying in the fresh mown meadow. Ah,the scent!
The picture reminds me of the swing we had on our big pine tree when I was growing up! I loved to swing!
Oh, I love that picture, filled with summer's delights. And humidity. :-)
oh how beautiful!
love
tweedles
Great photos Jo
The summer of our dreams.
Jo, thank you for thinking of us during the fire. It's been a very stressful time.
All your bloomers are beautiful. I love the music. A soothing blog, my dear. Thank you for stopping by today.
Can identify completely with that lovely quote.
Beautiful photo !
It is a wonderful photo and the writing is so right on.
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