From
the kitchen…
I’m reading…
Resting beside me on the table top, lying open, just as I left it when I set it down to come write this is “Jane of Lantern Hill.” Yes, another L. M. Montgomery. What can I say? I don’t think I’ve read a book of hers that I haven’t loved, more than loved. You can just slip into their pages, find yourself walking in Avonlea, feeling the soft PEI breeze whisking past you and clutch your daisies as you skip through the tall grass. Of all the places in the world Prince Edward Island is still one of the ones I want to visit the very most. It used to be the place I wanted to go to the very most, with other places coming as follow-ups, but now it’s positioning has shifted to “one of the most.” You see, I would like to go to Australia more now, but the idea of Prince Edward Island still has all it’s magic. The idea still gives me prickly feelings as L. M. Montgomery’s words of description come back to me. There’s just something so enchanting about the idea of walking in the fields where Ann walked. Now, don’t anybody tell me Ann isn’t real, because I just won’t believe you. Of course Ann is real, and of course she walked in those fields of tall grass, and ran down by the shore, and of course her laughter still rings in the air, because that is Prince Edward Island.
I’m wearing…
Today I am staying home all day and wearing whatever I like, as can be told by my horrendously clashing pink and yellow strip dress and purple and blue striped socks. With a fancy white shrug sweater as the whip cream of my horrendously clashing attire.
A quote I’m contemplating…
~Saint Gianna Beretta Molla
~ Elisabeth Kubler-Ross
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