happy new year dear people who swing by here regularly in your great orbits around the vast interwebs! i am right here where you left me unpeeling the very first layer of the very first day of the shiny new year.
yesterday i was tromping around my favorite garden taking in the quiet glory of the aloe blossoms. oh they are splendid!
i finished 2 fantastic books recently that were my best reads of 2017.
unputdownable. if you can even say that about an audio book. i can.
now i’m deep into the english countryside of the shell seekers. because sometimes i find myself craving a book where people live in thatched cottages and visit cornwall and have giant oil paintings hung on their walls and visit spanish islands and sit by fires on rainy days and take in orphans and knit sweaters and make bubbling pots of stew. things like that. one simply cannot spend all of their time
reading listening to great literature.
the new year is spooled out in front of me. before i book passage on the orient express or hop a cargo ship for the south seas i shall sit here in moss cottage and do nothing. because doing nothing, and a lot of it, is one of my most cherished pastimes.
hope you’re tucked in somewhere cozy doing something GOOD. xo
p.s. here’s a video i found from 2004 featuring mama moss…