"The seasons are what a symphony ought to be:
Four perfect movements in harmony with each other."
~Arthur Rubenstein
A halcyon moment this afternoon, right before dinner prep was to begin in earnest. I sat outside and stitched, alongside me was a cup of tea and fuzzy Louie.
I am reading more these days. The challenge of choosing to read certain classics and a sound feeling of I must "get on with it" faces me daily. Interestingly enough, I look forward to the extra hours I spend reading, somehow this self-imposed challenge is quite enough to justify those extra moments.
Severe Mercy by Sheldon Vanhouken is lingering in my thoughts, and I expect it will for quite some time. This book gets five-stars, and I highly recommend adding it to your reading list.
As I closed one book I opened another, thus, beginning at the top of my 2020 Reading Challenge, a 19th century classic. I remember reading Wuthering Heights in high school, the movie was seen in the theater and that is what I do remember. "Oh, Heathcliff"! But after reading Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte and Agnes Grey and The Tenant of Wildfell Hall by Anne Bronte in the past few years, it only seemed fair to give Emily another chance. This novel is slow and slightly vapid in the beginning, but I am sensing a slight change, so I plug on...
Louie jumped down and I fancy he is pondering one of my gardens, noting the rebirth of flowers, herbs and garlic...yes, this year I am growing garlic in several garden spaces!
