Tales of a British expat, transplanted into the lush Tennessee countryside.
Thursday, May 1, 2014
"It was the month of
May, the month when the foliage of herbs and trees is most freshly green, when
buds ripened and blossoms appear in their fragrance and loveliness.
And the month
when lovers, subject to the same force which reawakens the plants, feel their
hearts open again, recall past trysts and past vows, and moments of tenderness,
and yearn for a renewal of the magical awareness which is love."