An English Garden


Lady Smut

by C. Margery Kempe

There’s just something iconic about an English garden, and after my busy weekend at EdgeLit, it was nice to relax in my friend’s for a couple of days to recover. I got to watch her cats chase the birds silly enough to try to come into the garden and enjoy the flowers blooming. It’s been a bit too hot here lately (even in Scotland O.O) which some people are grateful for, but I hate being hot.

I put this picture of the bookstore in Market Harborough up because it’s just so lovely. You have to go down one of those narrow little lanes between tall buildings and go through a wrought iron gate and there it is with some lovely greenery obscuring the front just enough to be picturesque.

I didn’t actually buy any books — still trying to avoid that — but I bought…

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