Monday, December 11, 2017

There are few nicer things than sitting up in bed, drinking strong tea, and reading. ~ Alan Clark Except, perhaps, sitting up in bed, drinking strong soy-milk-frothy coffee, and writing: my delicious regular morning ritual. I’m just back from the prairie where I’ve been reimagining something that happened there a lifetime ago, tapping out words

Sunday, December 10, 2017

Ah, how good it is to be among people who are reading. ~ Rainer Maria Rilke, The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge The sweetest part of this ever-darkening month is found in afternoons and evenings when we read companionably together yet off on individual adventures without and within. It’s made all the more delicious this

Saturday, December 9, 2017

I heard a bird sing In the dark of December. A magical thing And sweet to remember. 'We are nearer to Spring Than we were in September," I heard a bird sing In the dark of December. ~ Oliver Herford The other day, around 2:45 in the afternoon, we noticed that it seemed dark and