Dearest Readers,
As we reach the final issue of the year, one must pause — teacup or tipple in hand — to reflect on what a glorious muddle of a year it has been, from the arrival of handsome new firetrucks and their gallant handlers, to colourful tea parties and the wonderful visitors who have adorned our streets at a variety of thirst-quenching and artful events.
Our dear village has also undergone something of a makeover — a little pre-festive spruce, if you will. The potholes are being filled and a smart new brick pathway (a small miracle in itself) on Oak Street, bushes trimmed, flowers blooming and the arrival of the new road sign has caused quite the flutter. Some say it “has teeth,” which I find terribly reassuring — a sign with bite!
The Rose Fair and Open Gardens were, as ever, a triumph. Roses of every hue and temperament were shown off like debutantes at their first ball. I must confess to wondering whether a mischievous neighbour or two might have snipped a prize bloom under cover of darkness.
A small reminder for next year, my loves: the Garden of Bubbles is a separate glorious event at the divine Maison Citroen.
