There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea. – Henry James
It is a truth universally acknowledged that an English person in possession of ten spare minutes must be in want of a cup of tea. Continue reading
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbour and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
– Carl Sandberg
Those lines by Carl Sandberg captured my imagination from the first moment I read them. I was still just a child and was curled up in a corner of the couch with the big, blue Arbuthnot Anthology of Children’s Literature spread open on my lap, thumbing through the tissue-paper thin pages. The imagery of fog creeping into a city on cat’s paws delighted me, for I have always loved a well-turned phrase and the evocative beauty of language. Continue reading
An American Wife in Wiltshire 