Meaningful Words

I’m thinking:

 At the moment I’m thinking of all the pleasant things I could write about for this journaling page. Often, before I actually begin writing I will go through all the prompts in my head and think of a thing or two to write for each. Today I’m coming up with simply dozens of things to write about.  For every prompt I could simply write and write and think of plenty of more things to write about. Oh it’s a lovely day. I’m especially happy as just a few minutes ago came a little brown package for me. A nice little package containing three paperback books just for me. Lovely L. M. Montgomery books that belong to me, all to me! Yes, today is a simply lovely, darling, wonderful day. I could just dance.

 I’m creating:

Spread all over our counter is dozens and dozens of dried flowers. Today I’m going to take those flowers and paste them to bookmarks. I came up with the loveliest way of making bookmarks. They turn out darling.

Also, on a creative strain, I have decided that one of my summer projects shall be to make a quilt. I’m quite excited about it. I’m going to go to the fabric store and buy up lovely fabric for a darling quilt and then I shall sew and it shall all be splendid.

 I’m listening to:

 ‘Bei Mir Bist Du Schon’ sung by the Andrews Sisters.

 From the kitchen:

 I just made two great big pitchers of ice tea. I believe one is strawberry and the other some blueberry mix. It just seemed the sort of day one needed a glass pitcher of ice tea to set out in the sun as one reads a lovely story out in the sunshine. It’s just that sort of day.

 I’m reading:

 “The Moving Finger” by Agatha Christie. (Yes, I want to go read it out in the sunshine right now.)

Also, I should be reading my assigned reading for the Christendom Summer program next week. There’s quite a lot of reading to do and I must get to it.

 I’m wearing:

 A white sundress, and before long I shall go hunt up my Audrey Hepburn hat and sunglasses, yes, yes I shall.

 Outside my window:

 It is a simply scrumptious day with lots of sunshine and white daisies all across the lawn. What I should very much like is to go and set up that purple chair and my ice tea and my books. Oh so many books to read! Out in the sunshine.

One of my favorite things:

 Lovely days like this one.

 Around the house:

 Well, I must admit my room happens to be a trifle messy at the moment but I shall go clean it before long and there we shall be!

 A few plans for the rest of the week:

Reading. (For fun and also the homework)

Sleeping.

Writing. (I need to get motivated to work on a new story. It’s been a week and I need some inspiration)

Doing crafty things.

Work.

 Quotes for the day:

 “I would rather be what God chose to make me than the most glorious creature that I could think of. For to have been thought about born in God’s thoughts and then made by God, is the dearest, grandest, most precious thing in all thinking.”

-George MacDonald

 Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you're there.

It doesn't matter what you do, he said, so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that's like you after you take your hands away. The difference between the man who just cuts lawns and a real gardener is in the touching, he said. The lawn-cutter might just as well not have been there at all; the gardener will be there a lifetime.”
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451