“Don’t save things for a special occasion. Everyday of your life is a special occasion.“ —thomas s. monson hope you’re...
. . . and in between the elegant flakes of gold leaf falling, floating about the place and the colourful bouquets in...
. . . and the weekend has begun with golden rays of april morning sun, streaming through tall windows...
. . . a few moments to stop in and say hello, and, because it is the long weekend, also...
. . . and for the very first time in over two weeks, a moment, [and just before a long-awaited...
. . . and it has been a rather spectacular week, with a day at the coast, and other such lovely...
. . . friday morning, the workmen arrived early to do some repairs to the wood floor in kitchen, which...
. . . saturday morning, awoke early to attend the antiques auction [p was interested in this record player], and...
. . . wood veneer on vintage cameras, patisseries and boulangeries, lattes and harris tweed, and dusky floods of sunlight...
. . . and after all of yesterday’s plans and places, have been spending the most languid and luxuriously lazy...
. . . the end of the first official week back at the office, and it’s been laid-back in...
. . . this morning, awoke a little earlier than these past few holiday mornings, and after a leisurely...
. . . and over the weekend, took the train to glasgow, spending time in the shops, and finding the...
. . . and while the skies have been sunny and there has been little sign of snow, today, chose...
. . . and this weekend has been fireworks and pâté, strolls through the gardens and saturday morning at the antique auctions,...