The little things

Marsh periwinkle

Monotony has nothing to do with a place; monotony, either in its sensation or its infliction, is simply the quality of a person.  There are no dreary sights; there are only dreary sight seers.

~ G. K. Chesterton, Alarms and Discursions

If we were having coffee: Salmagundi edition

If you’ve got something to crab about, cross the line and do it there.  I’ll be happy to join you.  The view is amazing, and usually the only crabbing I do around that sort of view involves dropping a line in the water and throwing back whatever I catch.

Run mad as often as you choose, but do not faint!

~ Jane Austen, Love and Friendship

Morning in the scrounger’s garden

This is one of the many reasons I am not getting my chores done lately.

… Isn’t it splendid to think of all the things there are to find out about?  It just makes me feel glad to be alive — it’s such an interesting world.  It wouldn’t be half so interesting if we knew all about everything, would it?  There’d be no scope for imagination then, would there?

~ L. M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

Tuesday

Visiting the butterfly bush.

Well, my friends give me purple flowers and orange tea
And goosedown spinning quilts and turquoise chairs
We greet one another in a wild profusion of words
And wave farewell amidst the wonderment of air
In the laughing times we know we are lucky
In the quiet times we know that we are blessed
And we will not be alone

~ Dar Williams

Summer sunset

Sunrise rainbow