Too wiped even to think of a title.
This blog is likely to be photo-heavy in the weeks (months?) to come, and light on words, because I’m immersed in the book.
I love other people’s photo-blogs anyway.
Gratuitous nasturtiums photo.
I really don’t have it in me to craft elegant prose tonight, having spent the afternoon digging through land records and censuses. There is nothing quite like the feeling, I must say, of scanning a census for one particular name and finding another family you recognize, all their names and ages looking right up at you, this young woman you spent last week tracking listed there, twelve years old, living five households away from the boy she will grow up to marry. Five households away!
Other tidbits from today:
More yard work in the morning before it got too hot. The oven winds are blowing; the grass is suddenly crunchy underfoot.
I found a plastic fish in the weeds and Rose cleaned it off and filled a pot with water for Huck and Rilla, and they spent an hour floating their fish in the pond. Bare feet, water splotches on patio, chubby legs crouching. Love.
Rilla wrote a letter today “To the Fairys. A Ladybug or a Fawn.” She was rummaging through the kitchen drawer looking for a stamp when I happened upon her. “Oh good, Mommy. I need you to write the address to mail it. With my pink pen that also writes in pink.”
I’ve been reading mostly nonfiction lately, much of it research-related, but today I wanted a respite from facts and I picked up that delicious morsel of a book, The Uncommon Reader, which I first read a couple of years ago. It’s a quick read and was even more delightful this time around.
I did not plant these. They just grow. Rilla says they’re hers.
sarah says:
“The Uncommon Reader” looks delightful and I just requested it through the library after reading your post. Not that we really NEED more books-to-be-read around here :-).
On May 2, 2011 at 7:06 pm
MelanieB says:
Hooray for being immersed in the book! And hooray for bare feet and chubby legs.
I love the nasturtiums. We planted some last year but they didn’t exactly thrive. They squeezed out a few blooms and then withered sadly. I suppose we don’t have the climate. Or I don’t have the green thumb. I tend to neglect my plants badly so only the hardiest survive.
I love Rilla’s pink primroses too. So happy.
On May 2, 2011 at 7:46 pm
tanita says:
Oh, I know the feeling of being overwhelmed. But, nasturtiums! All I could think of was SALAD!! Lovely.
I’m all about the photos of the sunshine and the edible flowers. Even the inedible ones.
On May 2, 2011 at 10:58 pm
Kathryn says:
The only time I planted nasturtiums they got eaten by slugs just before they would have flowered.
I read The Uncommon Reader after you blogged about it before – very fun!
Rilla sounds a lot like my Cherub – fairies, pink, letters, and the cheerful expectation that they will be delivered if only they have a stamp! Shame you live half way around the world and can’t send her over for a play date ;).
On May 3, 2011 at 12:42 am
MelanieB says:
Oooh…. or a Rilla, Cherub, Bella playdate. Wouldn’t that be delightful?
On May 3, 2011 at 8:30 am
Melissa Wiley says:
Perfect. I vote Kathryn’s house–I’ve never yet been to England! š
(sigh…if only)
On May 3, 2011 at 4:27 pm
MelanieB says:
Hear! Hear! My one sojourn in England was much too short.
On May 3, 2011 at 6:16 pm