|Kitchen window circa' 2009-ish|
All of this in the midst of another heatwave. I think I melted off ten pounds but it all came back by eating one doughnut. There were veggies to pick in the garden and it was desperate for a drink. By the time I arrived back in the air conditioning, I was dizzy but the garden delighted in the long, soaking hosing down.
My one birthday gift to myself (well, really from the nice folks at Starbucks) was to exchange my birthday free drink card for a Venti Coconut Frappuccino yesterday evening. I slipped my leather copy of Valley of Vision into my purse, reading Puritan prayers while sipping pure delight (that new flavor is yummy). I guess you could say my gift to myself was keeping my blood sugar high all day long... but it is allowed on birthdays... as long as you don't tell my doctor. I'll be good today.
I was going to begin reading through my collection of Anne Morrow Lindberg diaries last night but decided at the last minute I wasn't quite ready for the leap into a five book commitment. When perusing through my shelves of old books (I love old books), I noticed Dorothy Sayers' book called Begin Here, which was written during WWII. The preface is dated Christmas, 1940.
I had just heard Ravi Zacharias talk about her writing as "brilliant" and she has always fascinated me. Imagine being a female friend of the Inklings. That was my calling, you know... except I was born neither British, brilliant, nor that early in the 20th Century.
It is subtitled in the U. S. "A Statement of Faith" and in England as "A War-Time Essay"... which, when I found this out, answered my confusion as to which was what and that they are one (did you get that?). So far I am enjoying this book very much.
I still have not had a chance to upload pictures and I owe a couple of you snail mail letters. I do sincerely apologize for being so late. Consider yourself hugged until my letter arrives.