We’ve had a couple of gray days in a row with coolish temperatures. Good for mowing, which I did a lot of yesterday, not so good for the spirits. I’m trying to do some work outside every day. Garden work, mowing, pruning plants and cutting branches – all of which I’ve done since I got home on Sunday night – allows me some respite from the sadness of the show closing.
Meanwhile, audiences love the show, stand and cheer and sing during the curtain call, as they do every performance, every day of the week. Go figure.
Okay. Have to move on or I’ll cry again.
The bookshelf in progress. (Ask me how much I dislike this carpeting.)
The lighting isn’t great at the moment and I’ll try more photos on a sunnier day, but I thought I owed you an update.
The Nancy Drews are on the top shelf. I need two more to complete my collection and it looks like they’ll fit perfectly.
A vintage Schoenhut child’s piano and an English candy tin decorated with adorable little children, along with copies of Heidi and Anne of the Island are on the second shelf.
The bottom shelf includes my mom’s editions of Anne of Green Gables and Daddy Long Legs, my dad’s copy of Dave Darrin on Mediterranean Service, Don’s Hardy Boys (there are more around here somewhere) and my vintage copies of Girl of the Limberlost (two different editions) and another copy of Daddy Long Legs. And a vintage school pencil sharpener.
Underneath is a firkin that was my grandmother’s.
This little shelf was worth every penny. It’s one-of-a-kind, lovingly handmade for Martha Jane.
The first rose appeared in the Memorial Garden yesterday.
Happy Thursday.
