I almost always have a stream of books stretching from beside the bath tub all the way to the wood stove (that still has a fire glowing I may add). UPDATE! I started this on Tuesday and as all good New England springs do- it looks like it will be skipping straight to summer now, so our woodpile can get a rest officially. I devour fiction the same way I do non, in big gulps after everyone has gone to bed and its just me and my own brain working, while soaking in a nice hot tub. Once upon a time I enjoyed parenting books, and honestly with four small children under my care, I suppose I have more use for that genre than ever before, but at this point I want nothing to do with them. I want to exercise the part of me that does something else. Anything else really. Like the part of me that bakes and knows what I am doing, I mean really knows. The part of me that experiments with raw milk cheeses like a chemist. Or the part of me that can swallow a prose filled WWII young adult novel whole, with hopes to discuss with my niece in a couple of weeks.
But more importantly… the sunshine!
And those smiles….
Have an awesome weekend.