These were the last words I read last night after a lovely Mother’s Day. Hannah Grieser’s book The Clouds Ye So Much Dread is my current favorite slow read. I’ve flagged so many pages that it looks like the United Nations. More quotes to come!
Last year my reading focus was breakneck Shakespeare (all in one year). This year I’m reading through C.S. Lewis at about the rate you drive through a residential area (which is ~ 50 pages a week). I’ve just finished my fourth book, The Problem of Pain.
It was one of the thickest 150 page books I’ve read. Heavy sledding with some sparkly quotes. I’m eager to dive into The Screwtape Letters. If you’d like to join for one or more books, find me on Facebook at the C.S. Lewis Reading Project.
I’m pulling a few quotes paired with photos I’ve taken. I will add them here from time to time.
Daddy dance: our son and the flower girl (our Aria) dancing
Wine tasting with Dan and la Bella (my brother and sis-in-law, Valeri)
I’ve wanted one of these giant (= mellow) wind chimes for years. An early birthday gift!
Kizzy, Little Bit, Jemima, Baby Girl, Violet, Pony Boy, Cookie
The Bee Gee’s “Stayin’ Alive” is this plant’s theme song.
Not to be dramatic, but sometimes keeping it alive seems my greatest challenge.
Reintroducing radishes to my palate.
A royal bloom
A byproduct of forced frugality early in life is the thrill of a matched set later in life!
Reading aloud to my grands is one of my passions. I often read during meals as they eat. Water colors, sketching, markers, or play dough also help occupy their hands during non-meal times. This was my oldest grandson’s creation during today’s read aloud session.
Something about the first of March unleashed a yearning in me for green. Our weather has been ricocheting between frozen and fair. I grabbed my camera and went on a quest, hoping to capture a crocus. One crocus.
I found heaps of ugly.
Black snow banks.
A litter-strewn vacant lot.
Dead stalks gawking.
Color, where are you?A tiny leaf hung on through this severe winter.
Snow is sticking to the higher elevations. Side note: I am easily annoyed with the unimaginative street names in my town. A grid of the alphabet and numbers. But Penn Avenue follows O Avenue. Because no one wants to live on P Avenue!
Now this is what I was searching for — that bright green that sings Spring!
I always return to this turret. Turrets are terrific. I’m counting on turrets in heaven.
Love the blue bench.
A befitting front door.
Voted Best Receptacle
Of course I had to peruse the Little Free Library. I took home The Martian.
I had given up on finding flowers. No crocus. But, three blocks from home, beauty interrupted my walk. I’m the worst at plant identification. If I called these Lily of the Valley would I be correct? I would be incorrect. These are Snowdrops. They were an afternoon benediction.