Reading Near the Garden
In today’s New York Times Verlyn Klinkenborg writes about reading near the garden. “The books would drive me to the garden and the sun would drive me back to reading in the shade. That was the plan.”
But his plan was foiled by Dorothy Sayers. He’s right. One doesn’t often look up when engrossed in the elegant mysteries pursued by Lord Peter Wimsey and Harriet Vane. He also muses about starting the Patrick O’Brien novels, which Frank and I both love.
I have similar plans, and even have the lounger to prove it. All I need to do is remove it from the box and put it in the shade between the sage garden and the dark woods so I can hear the bumble bees in the purple blossoms. I’ll have a little table for the iced tea and the Moleskine journal that has become a sparker of ideas and keeper of snippets I want to remember.
Reading and writing alfresco: what more could anyone want for a quiet summer morning?
Ah yes, mud gardens for the butterflies. As soon as I find the clay dishes in the garage I’ll mix dirt and water, some over-ripe fruit, and a splash of wine, which they love. Just add sun and let the admirals, skippers, and blues remind me of the days when mud squishing through bare toes was such a delight.