If the ladder is not leaning against the right wall, every step we take just gets us to the wrong place faster. Stephen Covey Gerry, knowing how I appreciate time spent at the bookstore, drops me off before he heads down the hill to the tire store and gifts me with some unexpected time to
You have to decide what your highest priorities are and have the courage—pleasantly, smilingly, nonapologetically, to say “no” to other things. And the way you do that is by having a bigger “yes” burning inside. The enemy of the “best” is often the “good. Stephen Covey I think I spent the whole night dreaming about
Reading is that fruitful miracle of a communication in the midst of solitude. Marcel Proust The smoke outside from the forest fires is brutal—the worst of the summer so far. I will venture out at some point to water the garden and harvest some vegetables; it will be a quick, and less than enjoyable, task.
What a blessing it is to love books. Elizabeth von Arnim, The Solitary Summer Ladybug Girl and I spend a good chunk of the morning at the library. The library appreciation gene has been nourished through the generations and it is strong in both of us. She’s proficient on the catalog search computer; we stock
. . . to think always kindly and highly of others, this is great and perfect wisdom. Thomas Kempis, The Imitation of Christ The storm passes and, for now, there is a little bit of sun in my eyes. It’s way too cool for June. My weather app shows a significant warming trend once we
If you have a garden and a library, you have everything you need. Cicero It’s hot—thirty-two degrees Celsius hot. I’m standing at my community garden plot, hose in hand, watering and plucking the odd spring of dill that’s become a persistent weed since the gardener next door let a forest of hers go to seed.
She feels about being alone the way most people feel about chocolate. Anna Quindlen, Lots of Candles, Plenty of Cake I intend to speak to no one today except for my Yorkie, Maya. I will bathe in solitude and sunshine, spending an abundance of time on my deck with my manuscript, a notebook, and a