Steely cold in Charlotte, forecasts for five days of rat-wet rain in Miami, newly-planted palms shriveling on the porches, bikinis in iminent danger of being tossed from suitcases to allow room for more smalti and perhaps the far more practical Gryphon Grinder, where can I find even the tiniest hint of spring on this 30th day of March, wholly bereft of bunny clouds and beckoning starflowers? Continue reading
Love or hate The South, it just doesn’t get much lovelier (or haunting, haunted, seductive, or psychically altering) than this. I took the above photograph along a back road on Edisto Island. There’s no resort around the bend; in fact, Edisto Beach doesn’t boast a single hotel. Rent a cottage, a cabin in the woods, or snare a beachfront campsite and stare into these trees for an hour or a day, and tell me your soul hasn’t been abducted, pinned and wriggling to the wall.
A garden to live and die for, to sleep and dream in. Our lady of mirrors and grasses was created for the 2006 Chelsea Flower Show in London. Appropriately titled “Garden of Dreams,” it was designed by Chelsea gold medal winner Marney Hall, with Heather Yarrow. The yummy dreamer (who sleeps on her own private island in the garden pond) Continue reading
Pam Goode Writes 