If you could move to any location on the planet, where would you go and why?
I spent a good number of years dreaming of retiring to the Cotswolds town of Morton-in-Marsh. If I could move anywhere that would still be high on my list of choices. However if money is no object I might consider a location in central London within view of one of the beautiful parks. If I did so I would enjoy the lovely flower gardens without having to labor, I would visit museums, attend concerts and theatre. And when I needed an escape from the urban hustle and bustle I would take a train out to the countryside.
Itching to wander off some place,
But chores are keeping me home.
Gardens to put to bed and
Bulbs to plant for spring blooms.
Two black cats want petting time.
In October maybe I can wander.
My reason for late evening posts?
I have been fighting weeds outside.
Twelve cherry tomato plants are in,
Four Roma plants and two Beefsteaks
Still await transplanting, poor potted things.
Grass abounds in flower beds too.
Time to share another scrapbook page. I pulled a red binder off my shelf and found memories of an August 2005 trip to England. My husband was on a mission to see a number of cathedrals and while there are tons of pictures of them I enjoyed taking shots of the landscape while we traveled mile after mile on trains. These photos include some crops being harvested. I could not figure out what the crop was. If you know, or have an educated guess I am interested in learning.
I’ll be posting more pages from this particular trip in the weeks to come. Until then…
Here are two scrapbook pages from an October 2009 day in Bury St. Edmunds:
After arriving by train we spent some time inside the St Edmundsbury Cathedral followed by a pleasant stroll around the Abbey Gardens.
I am working my way through the scrap-book pages from my September 2009 trip to Scotland. Today I am sharing a couple of photos of the Palace of Holyroodhouse, a photo of the 12th century abbey ruins, plus a shot of “the huge crag, which rises to a height of 822 feet above sea-level” which is part of Holyrood Park and called “Arthur’s Seat“.
Today I am once again sharing scrap-book pages from my September 2009 trip to Scotland. These pages reflect a day at the Robert Burns Birthplace Museum and nearby area. I remember it was real Scottish weather, rainy and cool. One of the unplanned highlights was listening to a piper outside a church and watching the people, dressed up in their finest — many a man in a kilt, walking in for a country wedding.
Topic: RETURN Spring’s return is chilly some days.