Artist + painter, photographer, fair-weather gardener, grape grower, grandmother, sky-watcher and English rose lover. My old straw hat is adorned with eagle feathers that fall in my path. Mother Nature's whispered reminders.
“Trees, although they look best in isolation, feel safe in company. Hence the wood. … Today I was careful to look at the oak trees, in case there should be a unicorn stuck in them.”
–T.H. White, England Have My Bones