#weeklyforecast
~Hoping to begin Duplicate Death #InspectorHemingway, ~finish Murder in Westminister #librarybook
~Just started The Confessor #audio #GabrielAllon
~A few chapters in The Tiffany Girls #readyourkindle
~ Continue with Spring #litsolace #naturalitsy #springeqinox
A girl can try, right?!
pickAs I listened to this beautiful book of linked essays this week, construction started in earnest to build two homes on a tiny lot of land behind my home. What was wild and untamed and unruly is now shredded and torn and barren. Even as I write this, the rock-splitting equipment forges ahead. The timing of the book in my life is impeccable, and the book itself is a testament to the straight line from heart to nature.So good! I loved every word.♥️🌳
Laugh out loud moment when Renkl mistakes a vacuum cleaner clog for a long sought after owl pellet.
A “Hoover pellet.” 🤣🤣
The buddy reads for our #litdolace #springequinox event- although these will go on through April. Let @AllDebooks know if you want to be tagged. Everyone is welcome to join us!
Happy Birthday to Me! 🎉
Asian Mall to stock up on pantry supplies. Bombay Pizza Kitchen for a tasty lunch. Magers & Quinn to stock up on books! Woot! 😄
#Naturalitsy #Midwintersolace #Naturalitsyswap
Thank you so much @jenniferw88 for my lovely gifts. I adore Angela Harding's artwork, so thanks for the calendar. It's already in my journal. Ireally wanted a copy of The return to the light. The tree books are perfect. Nothing finer in this world than 🌳🌳 & 🦊🦊🦊
Books for Christmas aren‘t a guarantee for me. Most of my family aren‘t big readers (husband included). But a friend surprised me with the tagged, out of the blue. I didn‘t tell them I wanted it. We never had a discussion about it. But if you‘d asked me to name the ONE book I was most hoping to receive, it would‘ve been this one.
That‘s what friends are for. 💞
Merry Christmas to all who celebrate (& a dose of winter sparkle to everyone else)!
“The snow falls slowly in soft, descending clusters like fairy snowballs. It falls slowly, almost thoughtfully, and far apart…The snow clings where it falls, lovingly and coldly to barren twigs, pure as wool blankets over the dead grass. The wild raspberry wires become tunnels of silver whiteness, the browning pine trees become white trees, and the grapevines are a still, white fountain of flowers.”
