It would seem that summer–make that spring?–has arrived at last. The irises are open, bearded in purple, and I still have hope that the peonies will show up. The roses, sturdy creatures that they are, are plugging along and I think the big dinner-plate dahlias will open soon. I need to pick up some hanging planters for the deck just outside the kitchen door–I am starved for color, color and more color.
Sadie-beagle continues to fight me on the pill-taking front. I just have to remember who is the mistress and who is the dog. Sometimes, that’s hard. She’s trained me a little too well over the nearly twelve years of our association. She won’t even fetch–I’m supposed to throw the frisbee, go after it, and then throw it again, while she watches. Silly dog. She’s getting mail nowdays, too–a get-well card arrived on Saturday, from her gramma :), along with instructions to take her medicine like a good girl. I don’t think she read the card.
I’ve been under the weather just a bit, so spent much of the weekend snuggled up with my Nook. Just finished “The Heroine’s Bookshelf” by Erin Blakemore–each chapter features as mini-bio of a famous literary heroine, such as Jo March, and illustrates what we modern heroines might learn from her–and her creator. Lovely book. I was up late reading “The Paper Garden”, by Molly Peacock–this is the true story of an 18th century woman named Mary Delany–she started making art at 72 years of age, cutting out flowers from pre-painted papers and gluing every tiny piece down on paper. They are absolutely exquisite–and on display in a special room at the British Museum. Next time I visit London, I’m going to try to get in to see them but of course that might not be possible. They look incredibly real in the illustrations and the colors are still vibrant, after more than two centuries.
I think the cold or flu or whatever this bug is is relenting a little, at long last. I’ll be moving slowly but surely, through my own personal parallel universe, (the new book, “Big Sky Country) and enjoying all the sunshine and fresh air I can soak up.
Daughter Wendy’s movie, “Truth Below”, will debut on MTV on June 16 and I’m so proud of her. If you enjoy gritty suspense, this is the flick for you. I think it’s excellent, but consider yourself warned. I do not use the word ‘gritty’ lightly.
And that’s the news from my kitchen table on this sunny, blue-skied Monday morning.