Beyond the Fields We Know: Just a Little Sunday Snow

Summer Reading

Summer is a comfortable chair on the deck when my chores are done for the day, Beau curled up beside me, a good book in my lap and a mug of tea in my hand.

I read the same stuff that I do the rest of the year, but my summer reading tends to be a little lighter, and there are more forays into mythic fiction, magical realism, quirky whodunnits and Belle Époque fantasy.

Seasonal reading choices are serendipity and often seem to make themselves, surfacing in my local library, book store bargain bins, village thrift shops, yard sales and the little free libraries that have sprung up everywhere.

My thanks to the Muses for the kindred spirits who occasionally turn up at my door, hand me a bag of reading and ask hopefully if there is any tea in the pot. (There usually is).

Wise Words

The world is full of stories, and from time to time, they permit themselves to be told.
Cherokee Saying

When we deliberately leave the safety of the shore of our lives, we surrender to a mystery beyond our intent.
Ann Linnea

The camera points both ways. In expressing the subject you also express yourself.
Freeman Petterson

We live in a world of light.
Henry Plummer

The world is full of stories, not of atoms.
Muriel Rukeyser

We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.
Oscar Wilde

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Monday, April 01, 2019

Just a Little Sunday Snow

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