to wax or not to wax oneself

It began with a knock on the door to the library.  The housekeeper stepped in and said she had done something terrible. Did she throw one of my Drakes in the wash to remove a spot again? One of the bikes knocked over in a frenzied attempt to clean the garage? Was a child left …

Revival

What could be better than a sunny English day and a chance to relive some of the halcyon years of after the war?  Throw in some brilliant bits of machinery and some women and its a day.  Just inspiration everywhere from bonnet straps on Jags and Morgans to the pipes of a Maserati under power.  …

The Floriditas contribution to society

The odd leaf is starting its annual spin to the ground but the heat is still a contender.  As we have been on a Papa kick lately the concoctions that either helped him hang on or slide off (depending on ones viewpoint) have made themselves available from lunchtime on. Of this I mean the daiquiri …

A North Woods Sky

We are sitting next to the large purple buddleia.  It’s dusky smell making itself known when allowed by the stiffening breeze coming off Sturgeon Bay. Behind us I hear the drunken drone of bumble bees as they gorge themselves amidst a towering bed of foxgloves.  Further still is the clatter of crockery in the kitchen …