Hello Gentle Readers. As I write on Tuesday, the sun shines and a delicate breeze blows. Red maple and golden oak leaves remain on trees. When the wind picks up later today, most leaves will fall from branches that held and nourished them this past season. One side of this oak has leaves with gradations of color while the other side of the tree has yellow leaves. The sun must hit them in different ways. It's curious.
On Wednesday, I will link this post with Kat and the Unravelers. This past week, I knit a few more rows into this Hitchhiker, my last travel project. I took several close-up shots in natural light hoping to capture the subtle colors in this yarn. The little blips of hot pink and gold are soft speckles while there are a few spots where green and lavender are woven into the yarn. Indie Dyers are talented.
I listened to a very sweet middle grade children's book this past week, The War That Saved My Life by Kimberly Brubaker Bradley. My sister mentioned this book to me quite some time ago but I forgot about it until I saw the title on Libby. This historical fiction is the story of two young children, a brother and a sister with a club foot, who are evacuated from London prior to the Blitz. They meet and are cared for by a reluctant but loving lonely woman. It's a heartwarming story with a happy ending. I enjoyed it. Just now, Goodreads tells me there is a sequel. I plan to read or listen to it soon.
I'm currently reading Held by Anne Michaels. Many of you have already read and recommended it. The story of four generations is written in a sparse lyrical prose. The stream of consciousness writing style reminds me some of North Woods of even Virginia Woolf. I feel like the author is posing questions about life's mysteries and human relationships that invite the reader to her own ideas.
I'm off to get my hair cut and then enjoy the last leaves during an afternoon walk. Dusting can wait for another day. May you feel nourished and held as life goes on.
I really liked both The War That Saved My Life and its sequel, and A Place to Hang the Moon is a similar story that you might enjoy.
ReplyDeleteA lot of leaves have already fallen here, likely due to our drought, and it's been interesting to hear them blowing around outside.
It is lovely to read your words describing the leaves and it's quite nice to see your red ones. We've got a pretty severe drought so many of our leaves are dried up on the trees or a dull brown color and have fallen. There are a few gold ones but not many. You are knitting your Hitchhiker with very nice subtle yarn. I would imagine it's nice to come upon the speckles and gradations while knitting. Thank you very much for recommending The War That Saved My Life. It sounds like exactly what I'd like to listen to and I've just downloaded it. Dusting can always wait!
ReplyDeleteYes! Dusting (and vacuuming) can always wait. We in PA are in them midst of a drought, yet there are still some stunning trees. Fletcher and I were noticing just yesterday how many trees have lost their leaves, yet there are still a number fully leaved out. Weird!
ReplyDeleteDusting can always wait, those red leaves cannot! I am off to find The War That Saved My Life... thank you for the recommendation!
ReplyDeleteoh happy sigh seeing those red leaves and imagining the crunch as you walk ... also love thinking about you experiencing Held. What happens when we remember people is one of my favorite parts of the novel.
ReplyDeletemy oak tree leaves have been extra beautiful this year, the older I get the more they become my favorite! I have been enjoying my reading time since the kids/grands have left.
ReplyDeleteThe colors in your Hitchhiker are really wonderful. Our leaves are mostly gone, and the ones that are left have no color. it's been fairly warm here so I'll take it.
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