Confession: neglect is rampant in my life right now. I have entered full-fledged panic mode as I approach my deadline and I am devoting all of my child-free minutes to Blackmoore. And this blog has definitely suffered from neglect lately. Sorry, blog! But I’m posting today because of Florence.
Florence is a dear reader from Idaho who sent me a real letter a few weeks ago. A REAL letter! Printed on paper, arriving in my mailbox, with a stamp and everything. (This made me SO happy. I love real mail.) In the letter, she told me that she had lived in England in 1991 while serving a mission for the LDS church. She had stayed in a large house called Edenbrook, which was named after a brook called Eden that ran by the property. She said it was beautiful and peaceful and there was a walk through the back of the property to a wooded area that was carpeted in bluebells. Bluebells! It made me wish I had put bluebells in my story. Anyway, I asked her if I could share her photos here, and she was gracious enough to scan them and email them to me.
|Front view of Edenbrook|
|Rear view of Edenbrook|
Isn’t it lovely? And it sounds like this was located in Kent, which is where my fictional Edenbrooke is located. I love coincidences like this.