Virginia Woolf’s authoritative understanding of words came to mind as I contemplated a particular word that had been banished to the shadows of modern life. “…words, are full of echoes, of associations – They have been out and about, on people’s lips, in their houses, in the streets, in the fields, for so many centuries.Continue reading “The Voyage Home”
Author Archives: ivyandpalm
A writer and photographer based in Oxfordshire.
Hidden Valleys…
It had languished on a shelf in our much-loved village charity shop. A silver plated cooler with the word ‘champagne’ etched onto its side proclaiming, just in case any one was in doubt, its place on the table. The tarnished bowl was surrounded by soldiers of cut crystal stem glasses. Glasses made for a generationContinue reading “Hidden Valleys…”
Solicitude
When the dust of a busy morning settles I head to my blue room with a cup of tea in hand. ‘My‘ being the correct term as no one in our house is under the illusion that it is theirs. The blue room contains a fireplace and bookshelves that bump their heads on the ceiling.Continue reading “Solicitude”
Scotch in a Tea Cup
If only Mark Twain and Virginia Woolf could break bread at my table. I would be equally delighted and terrified. Since reading A Writer’s Diary by Virginia Woolf and then The Selected Letters of Mark Twain edited by Charles Neider, I’ve been straddling different continents of form and thought. Both author’s were masters of theContinue reading “Scotch in a Tea Cup”
Motherhood in Open Air
On a hot humid summer day in Washington I crossed the threshold of The National Gallery of Art in Washington to be welcomed by the echo of air-conditioned footsteps and a once in a lifetime collection of Impressionist paintings. As a young former ballet dancer I entered the museum focused on soaking up the dizziedContinue reading “Motherhood in Open Air”
Ivy and Palm 