I finally started planting my garden last week.  Unfortunately for me this occurred in the midst of a heat and humidity wave that had me begging for the good old days of summers in the Valley (100 degrees on a good day).  I lovingly potted the beautiful new roses (which, in England, only require an… Continue reading Smelling the Roses …

Five houses on our block are being renovated.  By renovated, I mean full scaffolding, much banging about and a fair amount of buzz-sawing.  Oh, and some jack-hammering occasionally punctures the steady hum of the buzz-saw.  The houses, by the way, are all within ½ block of us – so five of the seven closest houses,… Continue reading Construction Junction

Okay, so we’re here.  The painful months of Byron living in the U.K. while I was still living in Los Angeles, the seemingly endless weeks of packing and the ridiculousness of preparing a cat to travel overseas are at an end.  We’re in our new home in our new town.  Our furniture, however, has chosen… Continue reading Furniture: The Bane (and Focus) of My Current Existence

My darling husband, Byron, and I have moved to England.  Where, prior to moving and in my imagination, the sky was a brilliant blue with the prerequisite white fluffy clouds, the air was crisp and the birds chirped with what sounded to me like vaguely British accents.  The trees were blooming, the grass was green… Continue reading Leaving Los Angeles … For London