I’m Jo. I live on a quaint cottage I fondly call the Heatherlea, a most beautiful spot in the Southern country. In the early hours of summer, I would wrap a shawl around my shoulders and indulge in rustic interludes under thick canopies of trees.
The years of quarry dust accumulates along farm fences as the country would stretch into fields of wildflowers and tall ferns. In the late afternoons, the kitchen fire would crackle while a Garlic Soup Madrileno is cooked on the pot- a rather steamy comfort. I set out to learn everything I could on the lovely art and trades of the world: cookery, vineyards, literature, and gardening.
These are small moments gathered into little shells by the shore: the friendships, the misadventures, and the fine beauty of words and wanderings. I travel into home and backwater villages. The pungent and sweet flowers and herbs are my natural sanctuary.
This is a freshly pressed chronicle of my glorious little triumphs.