For many years my husband has been blessed with a lovely hostess when he is away for summer theatre. Folks like her family make it easier for strapped companies to house actors. Over the years a respectful friendship has emerged so that he has been invited to dog-sit, times we treasured. There was mint iced tea pre-show time and tours of the garden, invitations to meet each new grand child. I remember her handsome husband who passed away before the first was born standing horrified but politely so, at the bottom of one of the impossibly steep, stair wells because I was letting the water run to heat up. Not knowing that I am too shy to excuse myself, shut it off and step back to continue our what in his mind might have been leading to, "Who are you, what are you doing in my home.and why can't you wash dishes in cold water like a real Yankee?", chat. His design work is wonderful.
The real magic is this woman, her garden and her books.
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