Okay, I know it’s technically still summer, but since Labor Day is right around the corner, we can say that this is at least the start of “Autumn Eve,” right? 🤗 That means it’s time for pumpkins (and pumpkin spice coffee!), apple picking, fluffy scarves, and beautiful leaves.
From the author of the beloved novel Homesong comes a sequel which explores the truth of love, the importance of family, and the weight of the secrets that people keep… even from themselves.
After decades of separation, Kate Doyle is newly engaged to her childhood sweetheart, Reed Fitzgerald. As they settle into their comfortable life in New York and start to plan their future together, it seems that they have truly found their happily-ever-after.
But will a message from Reed’s long-lost mother change all of that?
Drawn by the irresistible lure of the past, Kate and Reed return to their hometown of Angel River, where the seemingly-idyllic landscape is dominated by the old house on the hill. Rambling and timeworn, grand and beautiful, the house has been both guardian of dreams, and keeper of secrets.
When a shocking death leads back to a long-ago disappearance, everything that Kate and Reed know will be challenged. What happened in the woods on a hot summer day in 1987? Who is the beautiful orphan accused of murder, and why does Kate feel compelled to help her? How can she and Reed construct a strong future, if the past is built on lies?
As answers to forgotten questions are brought into the light, walls will crumble and foundations will shift. And every soul who has loved and lived in the house on the hill will be changed forever.
Today I’d like to share a photo of my apartment, which is going through a transitional phase (as life so frequently does). I have an ongoing desire to be a minimalist, but some items are too precious to get rid of. You might notice that my possessions are well-worn, but they are also well-loved. ❤
On top of my faux fireplace, one of my antique typewriters has found a new perch. Next to this elegant machine is the mantle clock which once belonged to my Great-Aunt Margaret. The clock is currently broken, but is still right twice a day (which is more than I can say for myself, sometimes).🕰
A plaque under the mantle reminds my husband and I of two of the most important tenets of a marriage: we love each other and we like each other (although not always at the same time).💕
On the left, my husband Charlie’s regal pineapple plant is still threatening to take over the living room. It will go outside as soon as the weather is warm enough, and then it will finally be able to spread its arms and revel in the glory of the sunlight. 🍍
And on the right, my father’s oversized armchair is waiting for me to pick up a book and come have a nice little sit-down.🛋 Maybe I should do that right about now…. 😉📚