Sheepish--that would be me. I really intended to blog more before I left the harsh climes of New England for a warmer location with absolutely no snow upon the ground. But I was either busy or distracted. Or packing. Apologies!
Today was a literary, floral, historical and culinary pilgrimage.
Edith Wharton as a child.
Nathaniel Hawthorne, my husband's cousin via the Hathornes of Danvers and Salem, MA. (The author added the "w" to his name...an attempt to conceal the dire family history. His ancestor--and my spouse's--Judge Hathorne was infamous for hanging witches.)
I'm a flower child.
These limes are about to be turned into caipirinhas at a beloved Brazilian restaurant. (No, I'm not in Brasil.)
Mmmm, tasty alligator. (No, I'm not in alligator country.)
This chick seems to appreciate roses as much as I do. But she dresses better.
More soon--seriously, I mean it this time. And I'll share some images of my very special home away from home.
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