I've been thinking of Jane lately and remembering the lovely visits I had with her at her home in North Yorkshire.
Oh, the honey-colored light. The warm British smiles. The hedgerows and stone walls.
And the endless cups of tea!
Jane is so English. We drank tea from sunrise to midnight, walked the moors and indulged our artistic eyes completely.
I gave my camera a good workout.
Oh, how I'm longing to go back.
Are you a lover of all things English, too?
I am trying to convince Mr. Wonderful to go to England this summer. On a shoestring, of course.
Mr. Wonderful, are you listening?
