i read nearly anywhere (even sometimes while driving), but the best place is on a lazy summer day in the backyard of my falling down farmhouse out in the countryside. essential ingredients are a library book (of course), a hand-stitched quilt made by my great great grandmother annie back in the 1940s, a couple of pillows and a beverage. in this photo, a cider, but it could just as well be a cold glass of minted lemonade or a summery st. germain cocktail (we've jumped on the st. germain bandwagon around here). what's important is the scent of the lilac-drenched air, the song of the birds and the occasional cat stopping by to flop down in the shade. i can't think of a better place to read. come on by, bring your book, i'll make you a cocktail too...
