Daily Diversion #142: New Studio View

I am not a plant or flower or tree person. I cannot keep green things alive. I’ve no idea what kind of tree this is-I only know that it overlooks my second-story studio and that it is refreshingly lovely.

New studio view

New studio view.

It’s a beaut, isn’t it?

Take two

Take two: first-floor view from the front porch.

The studio will be ready next week. I can hardly wait.

“To the great tree-loving fraternity we belong. We love trees with universal and unfeigned love, and all things that do grow under them or around them-the whole leaf and root tribe.”-Henry Ward Beecher

James M. Barrie Died 76 Years Ago Today; Here He is Looking Melancholy and Youthful

James M. Barrie, prolific Scottish playwright and the father of Peter Pan and Wendy, died on 19th June 1937. He was 77. Here he is, looking serious and melancholy.

James M. Barrie, 1901

James M. Barrie, 1901

QUOTE: “The most useless are those who never change through the years.”

SOME WORKS: The Little Minister; Quality Street; The Admirable Crichton; Peter Pan; Alice Sit-by-the-Fire; What Every Woman Knows; A Kiss for Cinderella; The Old Lady Shows Her Medals.

A KEEPSAKE:

Crichton's Island, Postcard Map of James M. Barrie's The Admirable Crichton by Craig Wetzel

Crichton’s Island, Postcard Map of James M. Barrie’s The Admirable Crichton by Craig Wetzel. $3.00

 

Moving House

The Chef and I, with the help of a few generous friends and relations and the trusted Wimbledon removals firm, are moving house this weekend. Friday through Monday. I apologize in advance if my posts are short and few during this time, and if I am slow to respond to comments. I love all my darling readers, and cannot wait to come back and share my bookish adventures with you.

Until then, I leave you with this manifestation of how I feel about the actual process of moving.

Woman in top hat, late 1800s

Woman in top hat, late 1800s [Photographer: Unknown Source: Retronaut]

“This house sheltered us, we spoke, we loved within those walls. That was yesterday. To-day we pass on, we see it no more, and we are different, changed in some infinitesimal way. We can never be quite the same again.”-Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca