First of all, this review will hardly convey the grit of the real thing: Elizabethan comedy, an ancient, incredible play, Midsummer Night’s Dream. If love should ever be mixed up, you can…
The Passing Fly, my night bird, over the fir trees winging from flight to nest, a rustle of wind stirring branches, full moon moving through clouds. Call, O loon, my floating friend,…
We walked the north Norfolk marshes and paths along the seacoast, watching birds, and remembering the ones we used to know some years ago when my husband and I lived over here…
As I walk the footpaths of the village and sea cliffs, here in Ringmore, South Devon, sheep, cattle, ravens, gulls and buzzards claim their part of the scenery and hills. In the…
In this small village of Ringmore where we are visiting family, I’ve become interested in old methods of building houses. I grew up in Pennsylvania in a large stone home with two-foot-thick…
SOUTH DEVON, U.K. – On a bi-annual visit to both our families – my brother and my husband’s tribe – we step out of forested Maine into soft, green hills which meet…