Life at Brunswick Manor

Life is surely not always lavender and roses, here at the Manor. With the warm, bright summer sun stretching through the moist, green morning leaves, humidity threatens so thick you can almost feel the impending storm. Well, at least my four-legged children can feel it coming. My feline daughter, Grace and canine son, Samson. Sam's innards are so tense it's easier to stop a speeding train than it is to get his digestive track back on schedule. And, Gracie, well, she seemed more like Linda Blair than "Princess" Grace today. Mornings like this you chase them outside, grab a fresh cup of coffee and fall into a trance, mesmerized by the rythmic creaking of the porch swing chains. Dreaming of days of youth, daisy chains and tire swings.