Come Wander With Me
Field Notes from a Curious Life
For as long as I can remember, I have been a collector of worlds.
Some were real places. A London pub where I spent a summer. A garden full of strawberries and chipmunks. Villages I have wandered through and villages I have only explored through books and maps.
Some were worlds of ideas. Gardening. Puppets. Nature. Wine. Food. Storytelling. The quiet art of creating experiences that make people feel welcome.
For years I thought these interests were unrelated. I worried that I couldn’t settle on one thing. That perhaps I was always chasing the next idea. Like a hummingbird racing from honeysuckle blossom to honeysuckle blossom, staying just long enough to glimpse the flower before darting away.
But lately I’ve begun to wonder if the thread was there all along.
Maybe I wasn’t changing directions.
Maybe I was following curiosity.
I like to go deep into life and into these fantastically interesting worlds. I want to know why a Chardonnay from Burgundy is so different from a Chardonnay from Napa Valley. What makes a garden feel magical? How a 41-year-old woman can embrace her wildness as she enters midlife.
Should you help a worm cross the road?
And if you do, what if you move it in the wrong direction?
These are the sorts of things I must know.
This little corner of the internet is a place for the things that catch my attention: gardens, books, beautiful places, food, wine, travel dreams, stories, and the small moments of wonder hidden in ordinary days.
Think of these as field notes from a curious life.
If any of that sounds familiar, pull up a chair, pour a cup of tea, and stay awhile.
Perhaps you’re a collector of worlds, too.
Perhaps you’re one of the companions in wonder I’ve been looking for all along.
Maybe you’re just like me.
Curious about the world. Drawn to beauty. Forever wandering down interesting paths just to see where they lead.
If so, I’m glad you’re here.
I hope you’ll come wander with me.