The rains finally came and if dreary has ever been a glorious word then it would apply to a day such as we had today.
Normal Monday school day, by this afternoon teatime was a treat proposed by Charlotte with hopes in surprising Rose who was still laboring over Algebra and English poetry forms.
Rose recited a poem by John Bunyan, in keeping with her poetry studies.
I washed the tea things by hand while watching the drizzle come down outside my kitchen window. Listening to Kirr te Kanawa sing "Laudate Dominum Omnes Gentes", it seemed as if the once-wilted zinnias were singing too.
Monday, September 27, 2010
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