Rainy days have a tendency to make droopy eyelids. And two days in a row might even cause lugubrious tendencies. Therefore, other forms of inside entertainment are sought.
Smocking bullions on Charlotte's Easter dress kept my fingers busy while the girls and I were able to use inside time to watch Hallmark's showings of the movie renditions of Janette Oke's books, Love Comes Softly, all the way to Part Six, Love's Unfolding Dream. Rose enjoyed them but inquired as to why they must be so sad at times.
A time to play the piano. Mood music of Beethoven's Pathetique Sonata and Fur Elise fit the bill rather nicely. My imagination was free to run aloft as the legatos and crescendos caressed the ivory and ebony keys. Jane Austen took center stage naturally.
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I've read that series of Janette Oaks books, but haven't seen the movies except the first one. Didn't know there were more. Have you tried reading Francine Rivers? Her series "Mark of the Lion" is very good.
I left a comment on my 'Rug' blog for you.
I have watched those movies too.
I love your blogs, you capture sweet bits of the day so well. I could almost hear you playing.
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