Welcome to My Red Cape. Long ago in another time my husband Jack and I lived in a little old red house. It was the stuff of dreams to us for the few years that we were there. I live there still a number of hours every day in imagination, with old dolls and paintings and fabrics and feather trees. I draw inspiration and happiness from the memories of that space in time and share some of it here with friends who remember how to step with Alice through the looking glass and take delight in whimsies and antiquities. ~Edyth O’Neill

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Wednesday on the cape

The day began with toast and butter and jam in Cathy's lovely light kitchen. I have not eaten butter in years, but Cathy assured me this is pasture butter and good for me. 

Peggy picked me up for a trip to the grocery and drug stores for needful things as I stay here. We left all in the car as we toured Beaufort which I had never done. Then came a memorable afternoon as I met Prudence Fish, author of the book "Antique Houses of Gloucester ". Pru is delightful, we visited ninety to nothing for several hours. Peggy served us a beautiful dinner. Dennis was not with us, off doing man things.  e



Posted by at

Blog Archive

Visits