The cats were restless, the birds were chirping and I had thankfully enjoyed a decent night of sleep.
Good Morning from The Humble Bungalow!
The 100 Year Old House by Rebecca Makkai...
she wrote The Borrower (which I now want to read!)
This book has hooked me from the minute I picked it up yesterday afternoon.
The chapters are short, the characters are strange and eccentric...there's something hiding in this old house...a ghost perhaps, or secrets from the past.
I am already halfway through it...and I don't want to put it down!
Life is ticking along...my hornet stings are not bothering me much now thanks to some quality aloe vera gel but there is an angry red patch which I refer to as the "venom path" which criss crosses my hand and wrist and I hope, in time, it will fade.
I've been really focusing on the garden and reading and have not devoted much time to blog.
It's curious how one's habits can change...you get out of the habit and new habits arise.
Life is like a journey and it is never dull...
along the way.
We plough ahead...
maintaining a sense of order when at all possible.
Resting when we need to...
but not long enough to rust.
for the fruits of our labours
to be real
tasty and sweet
from the first sniff of a ripe red tomato
until you bite into the flesh that gives a little resistance before allowing you to savour the incredible burst of flavour and then inevitably the juice drips down your chin....
(if you are wearing a white tee you'll be spot treating the stain before it hits the laundry!)
I'm storing up thoughts and ideas and hoping that they will turn into something type-able...
a post or posts that might delight and entertain.
I've noticed many bloggers have taken blogging breaks
and I wonder if we are tired of hearing our own voices?
Are those bloggers voices going to remain silenced forever ?
Or are they soaking up life and about to burst forth like flowers?
I await the sounds and am patient...
nothing to do but wait.
It's quiet here as the neighbourhood starts to come to life.
I can hear my heart beat
the clocks chime
the gentle hum of the bees outside as they flit from flower to flower
a few cars go by
a neighbours dog barks
someone is singing
an unfamiliar song
as they walk by our bungalow
on their way
the day has begun.
Summer reading is one of my little luxuries...
as are farm ripe fresh vegetables
I'm off to visit the farm stand today
before I recommence reading
and in between
I'll do some weeding and watering
and make some dinner
retiring to a comfy bed for another night of slumber.
What are your favourite summer treats?
Are you reading a fabulous book that you'd care to share?