Dear June

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Thank you for…

(1) Showing off for our out-of-town guests during a perfectly timed cable car ride over the Thames. (2) Introducing British friends to the wonders of the skillet cookie and the intricacies of the Southern drawl. (3) Hiding Union Jacks in the most charming places. (4) Yielding a rainbow-colored bounty of produce for the farm shop shelves. (5) Afternoon tea straight from a perfect pink dream and the cutest pal to share it with. (6) Accidental hikes and stumbled-upon views that make an old park new again. (7) Bringing the best company and the best scone together in Surrey once more. (8) Evensong beneath the breathtaking dome of St. Paul's. (9) First meals in new dishes sent from my very favorite brother who has always believed I could set my own table. (10) #BritsInEnos... again. (11) A good sunset that became a great sunset when a sea breeze, a sister friend, and a full moon were added in. (12) The best surprise of 2015. (13) Grecian rainstorms. (14) Sunbathing and people watching at Primrose Hill. (15) Homemade pizza crust and quality time. (16) The dreamiest evening with Taylor... and 65,000 of our closest friends.

Let's do it again next year!

Love, Alex

Scrapbook | Fishing with Glory

I've been away from home (in both the physical and figurative meanings of the word) for quite a while now. Mostly that's a good and exciting thing, but today I need a little dose of home. Tonight I'm revisiting a happy August evening spent teaching my niece the art of fishing, a lesson which devolved into flower picking. That's quite okay though because the flower picking was pretty darn cute.

I'm blessed to have a home and a family to miss. This one's for you, Wolves.

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Travel | Georgetown, Texas

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If you're a true Wolf, you're roots are in Texas. We make a pilgrimage to Georgetown every few years to revisit those roots, located on a gorgeous piece of land literally called Wolf Road. For me, Georgetown is a place for roaming and exploring and unearthing parts of myself normally hidden by conventional life. This is a land of cacti, creeks, and cattle; this is a land I love. In July we hit all our Texas high points -- pancakes at the Bluebonnet Cafe, a dip in the Pedernales, quality time with our goats, rock skipping lessons on the San Gabriel, barbecue at the Salt Lick, and a visit to LBJ's Texas White House. Fun fact: the Wolf family inhabited then sold Lyndon the home from which he would essentially run the United States during his presidential term.