a few pictures (by us)
and words by Miss. Nancy Mitford.
“Twice in her life she had mistaken something else for it; it was like seeing somebody in the street who you think is a friend, you whistle and wave and run after him, and it is not only not the friend, but not even very like him. A few minutes later the real friend appears in view, and then you can’t imagine how you ever mistook that other person for him. Linda was now looking upon the authentic face of love, and she knew it, but it frightened her. That it should come so casually, so much by a series of accidents, was frightening.”
~ Nancy Mitford, The Pursuit of Love
“Mother, of course, takes a lot of exercise, walks and so on. And every morning she puts on a pair of black silk drawers and a sweater and makes indelicate gestures on the lawn. That’s called Building the Body Beautiful. She’s mad about it.”
“Sun, silence, and happiness.”
“Spring came late, but when it came it was hand-in-hand with summer, and almost at once everything was baking and warm, and in the villages the people danced every night on concrete dancing floors under the plane trees…”
yes, you’re right.
that *is* a labyrinth.
and we walked it.
why, yesterday evening.
because That’s the Sort Of Thing one does in Malibu on a saturday after Tea.
just so you know.
oh we’re Sure Miss. Nancy Mitford would have adored a labyrinth (but only in the sort of shoes one wears to Garden and wearing a headscarf in suitably muted shades, of course).