Thursday, April 19, 2012

The Key

S. blew in, still jet-lagged from her flight. She had arranged everything. I was handed this key with three pages of handwritten notes and a postcard - so I could see where I was going.

"...go left out of our house to Blenheim 
entrance (100 yards)..."

'"..when leaving, remember to turn off hot water..."

"...caution: garden table is rickety..."

This will be one magical summer...

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