Dearest Gentle Readers, the Ton is absolutely abuzz with the most delightful news. It seems a new passion has taken hold of our collective hearts, and it doesn’t involve scandalous ballroom glances or secret midnight rides with a dashing Duke. No, this season’s true desire is found right in the garden.
It started with a text message this morning. A friend sent over a classic 1970s disco track with a note: “Remember that crazy night we partied in NYC and I danced with your Russian friend?”
As a child, I loved a good thunderstorm. I remember laying in my bed, with the covers pulled up over my nose, only my eyes peering out from the blankets looking out my window. The storm approaching started slow…with only small flashes of light…and then silence for a minute or more until a low rumble of thunder finally reached my window pane. As the storm came closer the excitement built.