"Thou crownest the year with thy goodness . . .  and the little hills rejoice on every side.  The pastures are clothed with flocks; t...

  This is supposed to be the quiet time for the birds . . . the end of August, when all is silent in the woods, shadows laying darkly benea...

  We here in the UK are proud as peacocks about our weather, or lack thereof.  When I first arrived I didn't quite understand it, but no...

I finished it last night in bed and it's a book I could have written.  Susan has captured beautifully all the things I love about this b...

  I got to thinking about hobbies the other day, and I realized that I am a very "hobbied" person.   It seems that most of what...