A little photo of the living room as the sunlight poured in yesterday. Heaven.
I mowed the entire front yard yesterday. Today: the corral and the area near the shed. The back forty will have to wait. It’s been absolutely lovely around here and we have another day of it today. And it looks like tomorrow’s rain will hold off until the evening, which will be lovely for Don’s birthday. And little Z’s, as well. They share a birthday. But I’ll talk about them tomorrow.
Yesterday, we saw a bald eagle flying overhead, following the path of the river that is just across the street from us. Today, as we sat on the porch drinking coffee, we saw our lonesome dove sitting on the electrical wires. I said hello to him and invited him to drop by the birdbath. (I just cleaned it out yesterday.)
I’ll be finishing Green Grows the City by Beverley Nichols today. These two books will be my next reads. We’ve talked about 84, Charing Cross Road recently, so you know why it’s on my TBR list. I’ve read lots of raves about Shaun Bythell’s The Diary of a Bookseller lately on Instagram. One of the readers of this blog also mentioned she was reading it. I love books about books and bookshops. This one is supposed to be laugh-out-loud funny, so I can’t wait. He has another one – Confessions of a Bookseller – coming out in September.
And last night we watched Dog Day Afternoon. It was on TCM. For some reason, I’d never seen it. My heavens, Pacino is magnificent. I think it’s his best work. And the late, gone far too soon, John Cazale, is wonderful, as well as Chris Sarandon as Pacino’s lover. Unbelievably powerful. Directed by Sidney Lumet, who as far as I’m concerned, never made a false move in his long career as a director.
It’s still with me this morning as I write this.
Okay. Time to get a move on.
Happy Sunday.
