Rain, rain, rain…so far, it’s a gentle rain, so I’m not complaining. The grass is getting greener every day. I see buds on the climbing hydrangea, the lilac bush, the daffs up on the edge of the woods are clearly visible and I can see the beginning of flower buds. My neighbor’s daffodils are already blooming, but our clump is in the shade so they will take a bit longer.
I can’t wait until the day I can take pictures of flowers and green things again. I’ve felt fairly limited lately in terms of photo possibilities.
Speaking of which:
I just finished Old Filth last night. I loved every word of that book. Jane Gardam is brilliant.
Next up is The Man in the Wooden Hat, number two in the Old Filth trilogy.
After that, either number three in the trilogy, Last Friends, which is upstairs in my TBR pile, or Sea of Tranquility, the latest from Emily St. John Mandel. I’m a big fan of her novels.
And then there are all the other books in the TBR pile, just waiting for me.
And because I’m limited to playing with dolls and reading:
Advice from older sister (maybe about head size.)
Don is off to get some donuts. I am abstaining.
We loved watching Ken Burns’ documentary about Ben Franklin. As always, even though I thought I knew a lot about Franklin, I learned so much more about him.
Okay.
Stay safe.
Happy Wednesday.
