Odds and Ends

 

Yesterday we had bits of Hurricane Norbert coming through. Pretty clouds and a bit of rain. Peter said three drops. I stood and snapped picture after picture until the sun made it up over the mountains. It was nice to have a break from sunshine. ( In September, I am so tired of sunshine.)

When I was in the buying book phase of my life, I used to go to lots of used book sales. Now, I am more of a library person and if a book really blows my mind, then I buy it. I have too many books and I don't want to keep stockpiling them.

 

One of my used- to- be- favorite- authors was Mary Stewart. She still is but I don't read her like I used to. Another favorite was Helen MacInnes. I always thought she was brave as she was in the Resistance during WW ll. I have always enjoyed her books. I had a book on my shelf  that kept calling out to me every time I passed by, so the other day, I gave in and started reading it. I don't know where I got it but the funnest thing happens when I am reading. Old pictures keep falling out. Someones senior pictures. By his hair I think early 60s I keep shaking the book to see if I missed one and next thing another one falls out.
I stare at the pictures and I imagine I will put them back and someday someone will find this book and wonder who that person was and why are all of the pictures in this book.

 

I have an old book called A House of a Thousand Candles that has four-leaf clovers stuck in the pages. They have been there a long time. When I read it I turn the pages very slowly as to not disturb the clovers. I think that is what I like about used books, treasures on every page.

 

Today I noticed Mr. Jim Hawkins is back in town. That crazy hawk was racing up to the porch and all around the yard like he was a race car driver.

I was out in the pasture walking this morning and he would fly to a tree and wait for me to pass then fly to a next tree. He really isn't happy with my new coop. He can't even get close because it is all covered on every side and even the roof. So he sits on the fence and yells. My hens though, just go inside the nice little house they have and he stomps his little feet and flies off. This afternoon my son Elliot was playing the piano and looking out the window as Mr. Jim Hawkins flew straight at the porch and flew off. Elliot  stopped playing and said, " Did you see that crazy hawk?" I said, I am so glad you saw that too, he has been doing that all
day."

I am so glad we don't have bears or wild cats.

Have a wonderful evening,
~Kim~

 

" Every time a child says, " I don't believe in fairies," There is a fairy somewhere that falls down dead."
---Peter Pan, J.M. Barrie, 1911

( We were watching Once Upon A Time, I clapped my hands three times and said, " I believe in fairies"
Ron looked at me like I had gone around the bend.) :)