This game came to mind when I photographed these daisies. Not that I’ve played it recently but due to my age, I know the game. Do kids even know about the game from yesteryear?
“He loves me, he loves me not or She loves me, she loves me not (originallyeffeuiller la marguerite a game of French origin, in which one person seeks to determine whether the object of their affection returns that affection” by plucking flower petals , especially a daisy. Wikipedia (click link for literary references that mention this game )
Blog follower and good friend of my sister sent me this ice cream cone photo today.
I asked if she’d consider being guest blogger and she agreed!
Here’s what guest blogger Mary Dellin wrote-
I’m the devoted aunt who did a test run to the Statue of Liberty one week before her family visited NYC to learn what to expect. At the end, rewarded myself with an ice cream cone that briefly looked like the Statue’s torch. It melted quickly, dripping onto my pants. But it was delicious, and worth it!
What a happy weekend celebration, Charlie. I’m marking my calendar today cause when it’s your birthday today, I know it’s just six months until Christmas.
14 years ago this blog post somehow created a lot of response on Reddit. When you scroll down and read the poem I wrote you’ll see how I reacted to all the negative comments. .
What books would you put on your favorites bookshelf?
inspired me to put twenty volumes together on one shelf and photograph them. Anne of Green Gables was a Christmas 1925 gift to my mother from her mother and the Gene Stratton-Porter book was my mother’s. C.S. Lewis’ Silver Chair is a stand-in for The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe. Most of these books belonged to my sister Mary and got passed down to me. Longfellow was a gift to my brother David and me from Cousin Paul in 1961. In sixth grade I had to memorize, “Under a spreading chestnut tree the village smithy stands….. The Beatrix Potter in French was from my sister (who signed it Marie) and presented it to me on my half birthday one January fourth. The Book of Common Prayer is my grandmothers and inside she’s written the recipients of afghans she knit. The Tiny Golden Book in The Naughty Little Guest by Dorothy Kunhardt. The Sunny Sulky Book opened two different directions with the good children and bad children stories. I loved Fairy Eat-It-All who came in the night with a spoon for a little boy whose eyes were bigger than his stomach, and he had to eat his way through a mound of food he had taken and not eaten. So here are my books from growing up, all on one shelf.
My Bookshelf
You tell me my old books smell like a Goodwill bin. Old dust and stick your nose in, breathe.
The weight of them on the house’s foundation. My hardwood floors sag. You say I’m impaired in technology. Society will evolve without me? All I need in my life is an e-reader not musty books.
I like the feel of them in my hand. Turn them over, slip off a dustjacket. See the author peer back at me. The opening of the first page. Or a slender bookmark to hold my place. I’m sad they’re closing the store.
My list of reasons to read from a page (or your preferred screen)–
There’s escape, entertainment, information, directions- maps, cooking, and signs, travel or how to put something together take meds, but for me reason number one. Two and three. There’s my mother’s voice my dad’s, in certain volumes reading to me- the escape I mentioned before. And enjoyment. Sheer enjoyment. I’m sure you can think of more.
What books would you put on your “favorites bookshelf”?
Added June 23, 2024 You can contact Jane Mount for your very own custom bookshelf painting
The stationary red caboose, built in 1923, is now a Train Observation Station.
We’d just left the Worthington Community Center Pool, walking across the parking lot and heading home for supper. And we heard the whistle. A train! (Click for short video)
I thought there might be two cabooses but no caboose at the end of today’s freight train. Laura was good to wait.
