It’s been a rainy day full of various and sundry household chores, followed by knitting, Teeccino and P.G. Wodehouse, read by Jonathan Cecil. The best. While Elise was knitting, I took pictures of her, the sky, the trees, her jewelry and perfume. We went for a little jaunt outside and ran through the grass while it rained, which was lovely, though afterwards my hair had a tendency to fluff up like a dandelion gone to seed. What a little moisture will do …
The grass, the leaves and the bushes were lush, rich green and shining with rain. The Dogwood trees have just started to blossom.
Then, apparently, it was time to get in the kitchen and listen to Parisienne accordion music while making mint chocolate cookies.
“There is meaning in every journey that is unknown to the traveler.”
“We pray for the big things and forget to give thanks for the ordinary, small (and yet really not small) gifts.”
“Every thing that we cannot thank God for, we reproach Him for.”