I got my new issue of Martha Stewart Living yesterday ( a substitute for Blueprint, which sadly folded) and was fascinated by Martha’s column From My Home to Yours. Last month you might recall I was fascinated by her peony garden which is comprised of 770 plants. My peony garden has four. This month Martha talks about having houseguests. My next sentence might sound unrelated, but it’s not. I love reading historical romances, especially Regencies. In many of these books (and sometimes in newer ones, like Rosamund Pilchers, leading me to believe all England is like a book) the society people go to “house parties” which last at least a weekend if not a week, two, or even a month. They go on picnics, which include full servant staffs with multi course meals served on china with silver. There is always ample room for everyone because apparently they all live in houses with 20 spare bedrooms. (And then of course there are sometimes shenanigans and misunderstandings and discretion about nighttime wanderings between rooms.) I always thought these parts of the story were most fascinating, but limited to the very wealthy at the turn of the century. Which brings us to Martha. She tells us that she regularly as 6 to 10 guests per weekend at her Maine house, called Skylands. She describes how she outfits each room and bath in a way that is way nicer than my own bedroom is. And the activities! So many activities for all her guests-tennis, boating, sitting around feeling rich with a cocktail, and who knows what else. Martha provides slippers for all her guests. And the food? She plans every menu but does not do her own shopping. For big house parties she has a cook. I have to be honest and say it all really does sound sort of wonderful, but I just couldn’t get over Martha telling her readers about all this because how many of her readers will ever be able to do any of those things???? Perhaps I am a wee bit jealous. Or maybe not. Because while I may not have four different houses in which to entertain, I do love my house. And springtime at our house means lots of time outside and feeling very grateful for the fields around us. And who cares that we have garden tools and toy littered about the driveway and yard? Best of all, check out the view from our hammock:
It is in what we like to call “The Grotto.” This is an area of our yard with tall trees. It has the sandbox in it and a giant picnic table that was here when we moved here and will likely never be moved. Idyllic is the word that comes to mind when I think of
with its big happy frog,
the big tree in our backyard that provides a beautiful timepiece to the seasons (I swear this year we’ll take a daily photo to show the colors changing),
and the grotto.