Only two weeks from today until we sail away to England!!! This comment sends butterflies through my stomach. We are so excited! Still a lot to do to get ready, but there is starting to be a little problem. Someone is too cute to leave behind. Guess who?

This is what it looked like yesterday when we drove out of the driveway.

Jack, who is my shadow and follows me everywhere I go (when he is not following Joe everywhere he goes!); who, when we are having dinner, has his own chair where he sleeps while we eat; he, who loves us SO MUCH . . . runs to the window to watch us go.

. . . and I have to make Joe stop the car.

So I can tell the cat how darling he is and take his picture.

And promise him we’ll be back.

He rolls over to say, “Come back in here and get me”…. isn’t that what it looks like to you? That he is asking to go with us? It’s all I can do not to go get him. It is so hard to drive away, and we were just going to the market!! Now we are going away for two months. How will we get out the driveway? What will become of my little petty pet???? This is the last day I’m going to think about it. In fact, I am changing the subject right now.

Happy Earth Day Weekend Girlfriends! How appropriate that we on Martha’s Vineyard (and it looks like most of the East Coast), are expecting a Nor’easter, a huge blowy rainstorm, on Sunday. Thank you!!! Everyone’s happy about it because we’ve had no rain for a long time and our trees want the good deep drenching that only Mother Nature can provide. Are you doing anything special to celebrate?
We’ll probably be inside and make a fire; I can roll some more yarn and read my WONDERFUL book (loving it so much, The Forgotten Garden by Kate Morton); we’ll do what we do every day now, prepare to go: pack art supplies, get shoes together, pick up sweaters from the cleaners, gather little piles of like things all over the house; plan for mail pickup, clean out the fridge, get the Adirondack chairs out of the barn and onto the lawn; and Joe is still working on the never-ending job of the rose arbor. (He actually rebuilt one already, but then the other one started to fall down. He’s now getting to be a professional rose arbor installation person.)

But at least he’s not in it alone. And, while my two men are busy, I’ve been painting and designing, getting everything the studio will need from me while I’m away, finished and done. Makes it so much easier when the Jack is not chewing on the other end of my paint brush, walking across my art, or dropping a jingle-ball on my lap! I act like I’m complaining, but he is the light of my life. ♥ Look at this little baby!
Remember how he looked the first day we brought him home?
And then, there is this little sweetheart . . . the lady of our cat world. But here I am, back at the kitties, when all I really want to do is wish you a wonderful weekend! Here’s my favorite piece of art to celebrate the day . . . and here’s just one tiny corner of what makes where we live such a miracle. XOXO











cakes, and rolled out pie dough with Alice; and she played pick-up-sticks on the porch every night after dinner, with her best friend Alla. Moths beat around the porch light, crickets chirped in the dark, while her grandma, still wearing her apron, knit and rocked in her creaking chair; grandpa Walter listened to the radio, just inside the window, at the kitchen table with the yellow oilcloth. Probably listening to
magazine.
A dream book helps you focus, and when it comes time, you can look at your pictures, and really know what you want. I started this one years ago, when I was struggling to figure out how to make a garden.
I sort of had an idea of what I wanted my dream garden to look like, what I wished I could have in it; so whenever I saw something I loved in a magazine, I cut it out, and into the book it went; just like my great grandma.
I included all the little details; the kind of bird houses I liked . . .
The kind of roses I wanted . . .
All kinds of inspiration . . . for walls, gates, fences, trees …

And amazing gardens like this one that I knew I’d never have, but I didn’t care, too beautiful to leave out, plus I thought that by including it, I could maybe up the ante a bit and make whatever I did even better.

The first time we went to England, besides my diary, I kept a tiny little dream book, where I wrote down everything I was learning about English food, houses and gardens.





















