Friday, November 30, 2007
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Then I had that a 60s pageboy, that typical 70s long straight hair with no bangs, and then that 80s shag thing, and who remembers the 90s (I had little kids then, so just combing my hair every day was a challenge), and now here I am back with the same hairdo I had at 13. I kid you not, I found this photo the other day and WOW, it's almost the same hairdo I have now! Spooky, isn't it?
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Sorry I've been such a lazy blogger lately. Can we blame it on too much turkey? We had a nice Thanksgiving; everything went well. We had three capable men doing the cooking and all the food came to the buffet hot and delicious. And we had plenty of pie for dessert - the apple one made by Teen1.
Having three more days off meant time to devote to the latest remodeling project - Acorn Cottage, also known as the guest house. So I finally finished laying the floor tiles. I only have one little area left to grout and then it's ALL done. The Lord of the Manor got the water heater and copper water pipes installed. So we are making progress slowly.
I guess now we can start thinking about Christmas, but we won't put any decorations up until at least December 1st. And I didn't go anywhere near the Mall last weekend either. I simply refuse to be sucked in by all that crass commercialism.
So that's what we've been doing here Amongst The Oaks.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Monday, November 19, 2007
We must really like acorns to have so many in our lives and home. Then again, maybe we're just a bunch of nuts!
Saturday, November 17, 2007
First it was the gentle whisper of the River Test, then it was the warm caress of the breeze through the trees, and finally the sweet taste of tea and scones on the lawn.......that's when I fell in love with England and all its charms. The gentle landscape, the gracious customs, the ancient architecture, and the public gardens.It was all soooo beautiful and sooo civilised. And then I walked to the Rose Garden and that was when I positively swooned. Here was my dream garden; loads and loads and loads of roses, spire after spire of foxgloves, aged brick walls, graceful white benches...absolutely perfect.
And while I was inspecting every rose and adoring the garden in my way, the Lord of the Manor and Teen2 were enjoying the garden in their way. Yes, they actually succumbed to temptation and took a nap there on the lawn.
I don't regret missing the nap I'd wanted earlier because the beauty and fragrance of the rose garden reinvigorated me as no nap ever could. I'll always have a soft spot in my heart for Mottisfont Abbey and its cordial introduction to England.