"I believe the nicest and sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens but just those that bring simple little pleasures, following one another softly, like pearls slipping off a string."
L. M. Montgomery - Anne of Green Gables
An ordinary day here, cozy despite the lowering clouds and light rain that fell most of the day. Now it feels like Autumn has truly arrived. Lights are needed all day indoors. When I come downstairs in the morning, the fire glows in welcome. I turn a small table lamp on for breakfast rather than a strong overhead light. We are not turning back our clocks this year and the mornings are going to be dark for much longer than if we did.
After my post about paintings of women reading, I was tickled to find this 2027 calendar in our local bookstore and brought it home with me. None of the paintings I mentioned are included, so I'll learn about more of them. Do you use a paper calendar? I like to have one in my office, as well as a yearly planning book. We keep a digital calendar together, as well, as that is what my husband was used to in his career. It is handy to be able to open my phone and make appointments without fear of conflicting with another engagement.
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine.
Simon and Garfunkel's adaptation of an old Northern English song
When I looked up the lyrics, I noticed that the original is a bit different than the one that played through my mind as I bundled up herbs for stews and soups. Rather than parsley, savoury is used in the original song.
I cut the herbs yesterday in the sunshine knowing that soon wet and cold will dampen them. Rosemary is fine all year round, as is sage, but thyme and parsley falter in the winter.
Tonight marks two months until Christmas Eve. I do love Christmas and start planning for gifts to make well in advance. Several years ago I made flannel ragged edge quilts for our three eldest grandchildren, this year it's the younger two who will get them. I used leftover fabric from the nightgowns and/or pajamas I make for them each year. These are not bed quilts, per se, but good for snuggling with while watching television or being read to. I finished one today and the other is about half finished.
I'm posting this fungi photo again because Granny Marigold introduced me to a charming poem about mushrooms that I thought I'd share here.
The Elf and the Dormouse by Oliver Herford
Under a toadstool crept a wee Elf,
Out of the rain to shelter himself.
Under the toadstool, sound asleep,
Sat a big Dormouse all in a heap.
Trembled the wee Elf, frightened and yet,
Fearing to fly away lest he get wet.
To the next shelter - maybe a mile!
Suddenly the wee Elf smiled a wee smile.
Tugged till the toadstool toppled in two.
Holding it over him, gaily he flew.
Soon he was safe home, dry as could be
Soon woke the Dormouse - "Good gracious me!
Where is my toadstool?" loud he lamented.
- And that's how umbrellas first were invented.
And with that I'll close my computer and settle into a cozy evening while the rain drips a very little bit outside.
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