1. Reading my friend Laura Lynn Brown's delightful post.
2. Spending time with my delightful 3 year old granddaughter.
3. Learning ASL
4. Learning Scottish Gaelic
5. Listening to "La Vent du Norde" -- a Québécois folk band who sings in French, so I've only the slightest understanding of the words -- e.g. au revoir -- but the music is joyful and uplifting and fun.
This is deserving of the too many exclamation points that are frowned upon by the punctuation police!!!!!
My current delights:
Reading—The Screwtape Letters. I read all or parts of it every year.
Eating—Honeydew melon
Wearing—Wide-leg, loose, linen pants that have a drawstring at the waist. Loose britches and “granny” panties are delightfully comfortable.
Hearing—My husband’s snoring. He’s still here.
And FaceTime with my 5 yr.old granddaughter during which she makes a “pretend” YouTube cooking video. Do you know muffins are baked for 30, 60, or 100 minutes?
Great exercise, my long-ago writing friend. I'm delighted to think of you today and remember writing and reading and baking bread together (I just revived my starter last week!). I'm delighted that my youngest daughter, Jessie, is getting married tomorrow in Montana's Mission Mountains (no guests invited, but we'll celebrate with her and Rebekah in July). Peace, Lee
I'm trying to find more delight, as I've been feeling rather down lately because of some medical stuff. This morning it was noticing that there's still beauty in my heavily wilting flowers, and that I actually got up to journal.
Ah, the first flowers that thrill me. I'm always thrilled to see any flowers after a cold winter, but I'm particularly enamored of the wildflowers. My favorite is Queen Anne's Lace. I'm trying to grow my own this year, but so far I have only foliage. But there are plenty to see within walking distance. I love their sturdy delicacy. Or would that be delicate sturdiness? (Is sturdiness a word?)
Now I want to wear socks with Birkenstocks so thank you for posting that link.
Reading: "The Swedish Art of Aging Exuberantly." I sign up for Medicare this year (and I lived my dream of going to Iceland) so I find I need a little exuberance.
Eating: Homemade fiori di scilia ice cream.
Anticipating: The first watermelon of the season.
Surviving: Arkansas' hateful governor and the 90-degree temps
Oh Laura, thank you! This is contagiously delightful!
BUT: at first glance, I misread the forsythia bit:
One of the many "elbows" of early spring. And thought, no, it's "yellows"; and yes, it's both: exactly.
Thank you for welcoming us into your t-shirt conversation. I am perusing mine now for hidden messages . . .
I've read the two books you're immersed in now and am so excited for you!
And now I want to go back and reread Ross Gay's breezy yet deep, steeped in marvel "look," I mean book. :)
P.S. I ALWAYS wear socks with my sandals, preferably, those handmade pairs that have the same colors but the patterns turn up in different places.
I'll play! (I've read some of Gay's _Book of Delights_, but more of _Inciting Joy_, and am LOVING it.) My Current delights:
Reading — through all Dorothy Sayers's Peter Wimsey mysteries again, taking notes this time for a writing project, enjoying PW more deeply than ever.
Eating — a fresh bagel every Monday after Tai Chi class from the little place right across the street.
Wearing — all my flowy skirts for summer and feeling them swish around my bare legs.
Hearing — my youngest daughter shriek-laugh in the pool tonight, a sign that summer really is here.
. . . and your phrase "in this new month when spring will turn to summer" - it made delight run down to the tips of my toes!
"You wear feet with sandals." Oh, that. So fun. :) And, yes, the question of a child being more than the question at first suggests.
Delight: reading this from Laura Lynn Brown. :)
Current delights:
1. Reading my friend Laura Lynn Brown's delightful post.
2. Spending time with my delightful 3 year old granddaughter.
3. Learning ASL
4. Learning Scottish Gaelic
5. Listening to "La Vent du Norde" -- a Québécois folk band who sings in French, so I've only the slightest understanding of the words -- e.g. au revoir -- but the music is joyful and uplifting and fun.
6. Swimming
This is deserving of the too many exclamation points that are frowned upon by the punctuation police!!!!!
My current delights:
Reading—The Screwtape Letters. I read all or parts of it every year.
Eating—Honeydew melon
Wearing—Wide-leg, loose, linen pants that have a drawstring at the waist. Loose britches and “granny” panties are delightfully comfortable.
Hearing—My husband’s snoring. He’s still here.
And FaceTime with my 5 yr.old granddaughter during which she makes a “pretend” YouTube cooking video. Do you know muffins are baked for 30, 60, or 100 minutes?
Great exercise, my long-ago writing friend. I'm delighted to think of you today and remember writing and reading and baking bread together (I just revived my starter last week!). I'm delighted that my youngest daughter, Jessie, is getting married tomorrow in Montana's Mission Mountains (no guests invited, but we'll celebrate with her and Rebekah in July). Peace, Lee
I'm trying to find more delight, as I've been feeling rather down lately because of some medical stuff. This morning it was noticing that there's still beauty in my heavily wilting flowers, and that I actually got up to journal.
Ah, the first flowers that thrill me. I'm always thrilled to see any flowers after a cold winter, but I'm particularly enamored of the wildflowers. My favorite is Queen Anne's Lace. I'm trying to grow my own this year, but so far I have only foliage. But there are plenty to see within walking distance. I love their sturdy delicacy. Or would that be delicate sturdiness? (Is sturdiness a word?)
Now I want to wear socks with Birkenstocks so thank you for posting that link.
Reading: "The Swedish Art of Aging Exuberantly." I sign up for Medicare this year (and I lived my dream of going to Iceland) so I find I need a little exuberance.
Eating: Homemade fiori di scilia ice cream.
Anticipating: The first watermelon of the season.
Surviving: Arkansas' hateful governor and the 90-degree temps
I love you, my friend.