|During the spring and summer my favorite |
time of day to be out and about in Oxford
is in the early mornings, but in winter it's
the twilight that holds the magic.
|A waxing moon over All Souls.|
Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life.
It turns what we have into enough...
It turns denial into acceptance,
chaos to order, confusion to clarity.
It can turn a meal into a feast,
a house into a home,
a stranger into a friend.
Don't be satisfied with stories,
how things have gone with others.
***Unfold your own myth.***
I hope you will go out and let stories,
that is life, happen to you, and that
you will work with these stories . . .
water them with your blood &
tears & your laughter till they bloom,
till you yourself burst into bloom.
~Clarissa Pinkola Estes
|A soggy, drippy morning.|
|What greeted me when I opened the|
gate and walked up the flagstone steps
wasn't so bad. Max and I would have
it sorted in a couple of hours.
|My pineapple sage was in full |
bloom, with it's beautiful red spikes.
|And now with the trees stripped of their leaves,|
one of my favorite things about our garden
was shining there, in it's full glory--
the college towers that surround our garden.
|New College Tower backdrop|
and an ivy geranium heading
into it's second winter.
|Oxford's Covered Market ~ December, 2014|
|Tom Tower, Christ Church, St. Aldate's Street|
|Tom Tower and Christ Church Cathedral|
|Lone rower on the Thames.|
|Merton and Christ Church from the Merton playing fields, |
where Stuart played rugby and football as a young boy.
As 2014 is drawing to a close, Stuart and I can't help thinking about what a wonderful year we've had here at No. 14 Holywell Street. We're thinking back and remembering all the special people that have come through our door, while looking ahead--wondering what the New Year will bring and what new friends we'll be sharing our beautiful city with.
|Garden at Hill Top Farm|
|Late evening walk in June.|
|Shakespeare in Wadham College Garden|
|Welsh Station Master|
|Advent Carol Service|
|A Christmas celebration in a college dining hall.|
|The Covered Market at Christmas|