Monday, June 29, 2015
Eleanor Farjeon wrote a song most know: Morning has broken. This song was the song of this morning with cool air, bright sunshine and chattering birds.
I have collected Eleanor's books for decades. The Little Bookroom is my favorite. My family was swept up into
the stories one winter , even my husband wanted to take
it to work to read to collegues. Of course, he didn't
but maybe he told someone about "The Lady's Room"
which was his favorite. We seemed to jump into these
fairytales and were smitten with the lands the stories
took us to. We read them before bed and first thing in the morning.
Do find a copy if you haven't read this book , no matter your age. Excellent book to read as a family.
Nellie as her family called her was homeschooled.
In her childhood, she was "home schooled" and she loved books, perhaps her frequent headaches and colds were contributed to by the dust of the "little bookroom" - an attic space piled with books.
While cleaning out some bookcases, I found
this one tucked away on the bottom. ( not my photo)
Sunday, June 28, 2015
Finished this book on my trip to a wedding in Virginia:
Rereading this book pretty quickly:
What do I think of Middlemarch? asked the great American poet Emily Dickinson
and wrote, "I am bringing you a little granite book for you to lean upon."
Saturday, June 27, 2015
“Above all, trust in the slow work of God. We are quite naturally impatient in everything to reach the end without delay. We would like to skip the intermediate stages. We are impatient of being on the way to something unknown, something new. And yet, it is the law of all progress that it is made by passing through some stages of instability – and that it may take a very long time. Above all, trust in the slow work of God, our loving vine-dresser.”
Pierre Teilhard de Chardin.
Good blog here about her tomatoes and
the slow work of pinching off the vines...
just saw Nicolle at a wedding
and she talked about writing this blog.
and scheduling info, btw.
Thursday, June 25, 2015
We are watching The Gilmore Girls.
One more episode in the second season and the
characters and humor from Connecticut is
Each is a stereotypes of all who
live in the Northeast.
I am reading but chilling out with Lorelai,
Rory and her boyfriends, and Luke.
Then there is Sookie who is played
by Melissa McCarthy. They all make me laugh
and love life. Paris and Lane pop in
as Rory's friends, well, is Paris her friend
or competitor to make it to Harvard?
Do NOT tell me the end.
Will Luke and Lorelai get together? I want to live in
Stars Hollow south of Hartford. My brother
does now live in a tiny town after working
his career in Hartford. It is a northern Mitford.
I finished Far From the Madding Crowd yesterday.
Now I want to see the movie again.
Starting Middlemarch and trying to finish The White Horse
by Elizabeth Goudge and Les Miserable.
I actually have a tall stack to get through but these are next on
the list. Working on a book list for my students for Ancient History.
( good reading of favorite passages in The Atlantic magazine)
Wednesday, June 24, 2015
This is the island of Rugen; it is the largest island of Germany in the Baltic Sea.
and famous for its chalk cliffs.
Caspar David Friedrich married Christiane Caroline Bommer, who was about 20 years his junior. On their honeymoon in July and August 1818, they visited relatives in Neubrandenburg and Greifswald. From there, the couple undertook an excursion to the island of Rügen with Friedrich's brother Christian. The painting appears as a celebration of the couple's union.
How I wonder what you are!
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.
When the blazing sun is gone,
When he nothing shines upon,
Then you show your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.
Then the traveller in the dark
Thanks you for your tiny sparks;
He could not see which way to go,
If you did not twinkle so.
In the dark blue sky you keep,
And often through my curtains peep,
For you never shut your eye
'Till the sun is in the sky.
As your bright and tiny spark
Lights the traveller in the dark,
Though I know not what you are,
Twinkle, twinkle little star.
by Jane Taylor, 1806
First published as " The Star"