I was ready for the time off. And I welcome the month of September.
On Saturday, I did chores. And I’m proud to say that I now have a gleaming kitchen floor to show for it. That was my cleaning goal this weekend, although I did much more.
As I sat reading a book under the dogwood tree on Sunday, I realized that the dirt bike family must be away for the weekend, and it was pure bliss because the only things I could hear were the following:
The rustling of the trees in the soft breeze.
The drone of a faraway lawnmower.
The steady cluck of a red-bellied woodpecker, hidden in the branches of the dogwood.
The turn of a page in the book I was reading.
I use feathers as bookmarks. Because I’m such a romantic.
That’s not entirely true. Ok, it’s mostly true but the fact remains that feathers are perfect as bookmarks and Lord knows we have enough of them around here.
I cut some spent morning glories and some other vines from the garden and put them in this little glass jar I’ve had for years.
It was full of strawberry preserves when I bought it long ago. But you can get some unique jars here:
I’m reading a book with Ireland as a backdrop, by Jan Karon called “In the Company of Others”. The scenery is splendid.
The peace and quiet here is sublime.
Went to see The Help yesterday afternoon with friends. The book was great, and the movie does it justice for the most part, in my opinion. I cried several times. Emma Stone was fine in her role as Skeeter. But Ron Howard’s daughter, Bryce Dallas Howard, was scathingly perfect as Hilly. The casting of Sissy Spacek as Hilly’s mother was brilliant, but it was Viola Davis and Octavia Spencer as both Aibileen and Minny respectively, who stole the movie.
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You is kind. You is smart. You is important.
~Aibileen Clark to little Mae Mobley, in The Help
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