Today is Pancake Day for us Brits, but I had a hankering for another English teatime meal, boiled eggs with toast soldiers. Local free range eggs and local fresh baked sour dough bread made this a delicious meal. The pancakes will have to wait until next year.

A beautiful sunrise was beginning to brighten the sky as I left for work this morning.

Inside an old silk mill that Bill and I came across while exploring around rural Maryland.

Kota's face says it all, "OMG, she's singing again", as I yowled along to the Mamas and Papas song, California Dreaming.

Kota joined as I sat in Stanley, checking out the user manual for all the controls. He made a point of sitting in each seat and having a quick wash before deciding on the front passenger seat to relax in.

A bittersweet evening which I knew had to happen. I had to say farewell to dear old Stuart and trade him in for a newer vehicle. It was a hard parting as he's been such a wonderful car. Stanley, his successor waits behind him as I took my final photo of Stuart.

I love coming home and seeing my geraniums in the window. They remind me of a much read book that I loved as a child, The Little White Horse by Elizabeth Goudge, which featured pink geraniums. I always wanted my own window filled with them and here I have them. They bloom all summer on the patio and all winter in my spare room. Love them.