Letters from Foxglove Farm

I look out my kitchen window at the late summer border of my flower garden; in all honesty, looking awfully shabby and forlorn. I hadn't even noticed it in all the past months of worry. Too much focused on the dire all-consuming headlines which do ... continue reading...

Small broken things. I should have thrown them out years ago I suppose. They graced our tree for years until one frail creature after another took an unexpected tumble to the floor, suffering just enough damage to wound and leave scars, a broken ... continue reading...

Foxglove Farm Miss Marple "Agatha" May 1st, 2007 - July 15th, 2019 Dearest friends,  I have dreaded sharing this post, been literally unable to write it without so many tears that it became impossible to see the words in front of ... continue reading...