I’m sorry for being so quiet. I haven’t been up to much and as a result haven’t had much to write about. However, last week was absolutely lovely. It was my birthday, so I took the day off and also took a couple of days off to go to a gig in Bristol (British Sea Power, for the 4th time!). Funnily enough, a bookmark I bought there was a nice link to my weekend plans – a trip to Westonbirt Arboretum with friends. We couldn’t have picked a better day to go. It was stunning, and I would definitely recommend a visit if you’re in the area. Personally, I think arboretums are nice year round, but I was pleased we got to see some blossom as it’s one of my favorite things.
The crow’s nest was quite cool. I like heights, but even I got a bit freaked out as it wobbled slightly!
Have you ever been to an arboretum? I hadn’t, but left wishing I lived close enough to merit a membership!
This post is very overdue. These pictures are from when my mom visited back in January, right after my Oma’s burial. As always in January, the weather was quite variable so we stayed close to home. We visited Winchcombe, a lovely Cotswold village. Unfortunately it was cold and grey that day, and I didn’t get any good pictures.
When we visited Stroud and Painswick a few days later, though, the weather was glorious. I highly recommend a visit to the 5 Valleys if you’ve never been. The 5 Valleys are an area on the edge of the Cotswolds, and are one of my absolute favourite places in the world. I think you can see why from these pictures. Stroud is also a lovely town, well known for its farmers’ market. We bought some local seeds there – I’m going to be growing purple dwarf beans this year! Painswick is quite nearby, a tiny little quintessential Cotswold village which is home to a Rococo Garden. The snowdrops were just starting to peek out, so we visited there, too. On the way, we went past an inscription by Eric Gill, which I got very excited about! All in all, it was a wonderful day, and left me wanting to move to Stroud (which I think every time I visit, actually). I hope you’ll enjoy these pictures as much as I enjoyed taking them.
Happy 4th of July, lovely readers! I was out and about yesterday, so I didn’t have a chance to post.
Even though I’ve lived in the UK for over 6 years now, and it’s nearly home, a big part of my heart is still in Missouri. It’s hard not to be a little homesick on the 4th of July, the most American holiday of all. Usually there’s loads of fireworks, watermelon, BBQs, and the occasional bonfire. Some of my favourite memories are of setting off fireworks in my friends’ yards.
I always try to celebrate the 4th in some way, with American food and sparklers. This year, though, it really snuck up on me. I had the most English Independence Day ever, but it was still lovely! A friend and I went for a picnic on Rodborough Common, with salad, bread, and homegrown peas, followed by ice cream.
I wore a vintage cotton dress recently given to me by another friend. It is definitely my new favorite. It fits perfectly; I always think when vintage clothing fits perfectly it’s meant to be. Even though I’m not buying clothes this year, I thought as it fit perfectly and was a gift I’d go ahead and take it.