Also coming late to these, but what a beautiful journal, the mixture of such personal writing, gorgeous photos, and now music, is fantastic. This is great work. As someone with a different health risk, I hope all the news you get on that front is good.
Coming late to these posts. There are those days, such as you describe here, where everything is stunningly perfect and we can feel the absolute joy in the smallest, but really the biggest, things. I loved reading this. Thank you.
Thank you Deborah for speaking so well of me. Regarding libraries and because I like walking so much there are five of them I regularly visit within a few miles of where we live. Generally finding something unexpectedly good by going to the one least recently gone to. Like the a beautiful Frances Hodgson Burnett novel I’ve found this week.
Your posts are a balm to the soul, I enjoy them so much. Like you, I returned books to the library after being spoiled by my last one. I am so grateful for our little town library, it is always a treat collect my books, just a it was as a child.
Yes - I find that my interests may move on before the books find their right time to be read, so I just return them for others to enjoy and maybe another time will be right
Hello Jenny, and that right time thing has happened this week with a Penelope Lively book that read like it was written in some long dead language a couple of years ago. This week, spent mainly gardening the allotment it reads perfectly and in a language I’m now ready to hear.
It’s her “Life in the Garden” Deborah. I was doing my usual of reading all of her novels one after another, then came to a stop on that one as it’s not a novel at all. This week, though, she’s been exactly the kind of literate gardening companion I needed.
Thanks Ronnie for sharing your reflections and recommendations. What a gorgeous song...I can almost hear you singing it in your gentle Liverpool lilt as you walk around Ness Garden. Take care and good luck with whatever happens next in your tender heart.
Also coming late to these, but what a beautiful journal, the mixture of such personal writing, gorgeous photos, and now music, is fantastic. This is great work. As someone with a different health risk, I hope all the news you get on that front is good.
Coming late to these posts. There are those days, such as you describe here, where everything is stunningly perfect and we can feel the absolute joy in the smallest, but really the biggest, things. I loved reading this. Thank you.
Thank you Deborah for speaking so well of me. Regarding libraries and because I like walking so much there are five of them I regularly visit within a few miles of where we live. Generally finding something unexpectedly good by going to the one least recently gone to. Like the a beautiful Frances Hodgson Burnett novel I’ve found this week.
Your posts are a balm to the soul, I enjoy them so much. Like you, I returned books to the library after being spoiled by my last one. I am so grateful for our little town library, it is always a treat collect my books, just a it was as a child.
Yes - I find that my interests may move on before the books find their right time to be read, so I just return them for others to enjoy and maybe another time will be right
Hello Jenny, and that right time thing has happened this week with a Penelope Lively book that read like it was written in some long dead language a couple of years ago. This week, spent mainly gardening the allotment it reads perfectly and in a language I’m now ready to hear.
Which one, Ronnie? I love Penelope Lively.
It’s her “Life in the Garden” Deborah. I was doing my usual of reading all of her novels one after another, then came to a stop on that one as it’s not a novel at all. This week, though, she’s been exactly the kind of literate gardening companion I needed.
Thanks Ronnie for sharing your reflections and recommendations. What a gorgeous song...I can almost hear you singing it in your gentle Liverpool lilt as you walk around Ness Garden. Take care and good luck with whatever happens next in your tender heart.
Thank you Ann, I’m glad you enjoyed the song. And thanks for calling my heart tender. It’s glad of all the tenderness it can get these days.
Lovely post Ronnie, thank you.
Thank you Martin.