Walk With Me: A Peek Into Hillside Repose

[a throwback to June]

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English breakfast tea and scrumptious chocolate pastries, my frequent companions.

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Bookshelves I have known and loved...

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My grandmother keeps a window of plants at the top of the staircase to the second floor.
 

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Hall, night, second floor. Angles.

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This baby squirrel dropped by for a visit in the wee hours, but refused to hold still long enough for me to turn on the lights and obtain a decent photograph before taking him outside; he leaped into an empty waste can and I carried him out into the night after castigating him for his inconvenient skittishness. 

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While there I went through most of my grandmother's photo albums, where I came across this photograph of my grandfather playing with one of my then-wee aunts.

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Evening engagements a la novel. My grandmother reads copiously. 

**For those readers unacquainted with my grandmother, Hillside Repose is the long-established name of the farmhouse in which she and my grandfather raised their family, barring a comparatively brief period of time during which they dwelt in Kenya.