This month the Ladies of the Traveling Totes are taking us all, totes in hand, to see what kind of fun we can have in a park! Can you guess that this was my idea? If you have read my blog in the past you have traveled with me to several local, state and national parks, so you know I am…
Let me introduce my faithful traveling companion, Miss Rosie. She and I will be sharing our tales with you as we join the other Tote Ladies for a series of blog posts about adventures with our Traveling MacKenzie-Childs Totes! Yes, my name is Linda and I am a tote bag collector. I have every shape, color and size and I often…
The peaceful northwestern corner of Connecticut is home to many secret gardens and beautiful homes, including several whose owners generously open gates and doors to the drooling public for the benefit of various charities. Fifteen years ago Bunny Williams held a garden open house, and its success inspired an annual tradition known today as Trade Secrets, a two day event which…
It’s not easy being green when autumn arrives. ~~ Everyone is so interested in the fleeting oranges, reds and yellows. There are even those gorgeous purples ~~ ~ dried ~ or ~ freshly blooming ~ as my mint tries once again to take over the entire yard. And let’s not forget the autumn whites! Not…
It’s officially summer for another entire month, and that’s not something we take lightly here in New England. We know that after the glorious autumn days leave, the brilliant, sparkling snows of winter will descend once again. So, while I am in the lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer mode, Nellie has agreed to guest host my blog! Woof,…
We know autumn is here when we make our annual trip to the northernmost reaches of New Hampshire, where the state bumps into Canada in an area whose national identity was still in dispute well into the 1800s. click here to read about The Republic of Indian Stream Here, the majestic Connecticut River starts as a spring on the Canadian…
If a burglar were to invade my house and open my dining room sideboard drawers hoping to find silver treasures, he would be disappointed. Instead he would find my hoard (oops, I mean collection) of napkin rings. Although it is pouring outside and much too cold to think about eating on the deck, I can think about setting my spring…
“If you don’t like the weather in New England, wait and it will change.” This year, in the strangest ways. In August, Hurricane Irene blew through, taking down one of my favorite backyard trees. It was huge with pink spring flowers and deep plum leaves. For days afterward, birds fluttered around the fallen limbs, as confused as I was mournful. …