Monthly Archive: August 2009

So funny it was yesterday, late afternoon: the trampoline was simply filled with girls! I felt quite sentimental, in an odd way considering I never...

Let’s see, how do we recover from saying goodbye to Rosemary (sadly afflicted with the Medieval Curse of Red Gate Farm: truly virulent poison ivy,...

It’s once a year: lobsters come from David Thomas Lobsters in Islesford, Maine, our beloved haunt of years ago, before we moved to London. We...