Hideously, I had jury duty yesterday, along with 900+ of my fellow Baltimoreans. Since my number was towards to the very bottom of the list, I had to do a lot of sitting around and waiting. I finished my first book before lunch, and so needed to find something to occupy the rest of the day.
I stopped in a little used bookstore and spotted the perfect book: Nancy Lancaster: Her Life, Her World, Her Art. I knew reading this book would transport me out of the jury waiting room and into a country house in Virginia and then over to England. I am not yet finished with this book, but am finding it totally fascinating. I only wish they had a family tree to I could get everyone straight! Here’s a great piece from Southern Accents (RIP) about Nancy Lancaster’s houses.
Today, I found a copy of “The Englishman’s Garden” by Alvilde Lees-Milne, whom I wrote about here. In this book, 33 Englishmen talk about the gardens that they’ve created, many times without help from a large staff or even a single gardener. The book is filled with images in black and white and in colour.
It’s nice to be transported through books!