Summer Approaches

The Sound is perfectly calm.


The picnic table awaits us.IMG_1003

No one on the beach yet and the water is chilly.


The children go in anywayIMG_0996

to look for interesting stones


to toss as far as they possibly can.


Peonies from Union Square


like debutantes in ball gowns.

Flowers at Liberty’s

Utterly good taste, astoundingly lovely flowers cluster round Liberty’s front entrance.


I don’t remember them selling flowers when I worked there in the early 70’s. I just remember learning that you can clean book covers with Windex and lusting after Tuffin and Foale Liberty print dresses.


Such an enchanting meadowIMG_0450

with lupins and peonies and foxgloves... IMG_0452

all in terribly chic shabby chic containers.IMG_0480

There are even late hyacinths


and all these can be made into bouquets by skilled hands.

Claudia and I had a cream tea instead


and bought swanky jasmine soap.

Chelsea Physic Garden


What bliss it would be to overlook the garden! I hadn’t been there for many years and a visit was much overdue despite horrid cold changeable weather. The oldest botanical garden in England after the one at Oxford.


I ended up buying a red plastic poncho from the little hut in the middle background of the picture. The poncho prevented me from getting drenched.


This almost looks like the countryside – right in the middle of town. Cow parsley – so evocative of wet walks many years ago.


Arum lilies evocative of church.


Wicket fences which make me think of useful projects I’m entirely unlikely ever to do.


The sky reflected in water


and again.


Such green


and more green!


And all so assiduously tended.


Spitalfields houses

A walk round the neighborhood.  Such lovely 18th century houses. Many beautifully restored.  

Of course I want to live in all of them.

We discover one is open as part of The Heritage Trust’s 50th anniversary. We go in.  

As lovely inside as out.    The proportions are perfect.   

The windows either have internal shutters or else reflections.
Or ghost writing by the doors.  


Some haven’t been done up yet.        And some have excellent door knockers.

It’s rather hard composing posts on the phone so please excuse errors!


First to London and crossing Waterloo Bridge.   

A bright clear morning. Thence to Russell Squarewhere a London pigeon wandered by a green door.  

The Foundling Museum was fascinating and a mixture of happy and sad. What stories here. What names!

    Each one an invitation to imagine their tale.Such bleak little black beds.  A menu rather heavy on bread and milk – in the days when so many children had nothing.   Babies held by older foundlings on their christening day.
  A dancing sprite on Oxford Street
 And flowers at Liberty ‘s.


A lovely sunny day.

A garden surrounded by fields.

Daisies in the grass.

English attire.

Some water

And a wisteria draped window.


A cottage


And white lilac.


A warm day. We dusted off the bicycles and headed down to the Battery.

The Statue of Liberty In the distance

  And a ferry to take you there.

Masts of tall ships at South Street Seaport.
  Not much left of It after Hurricane Sandy then a awful fire.

    Just dreams of distant places.