finer things.

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There’s not many things in life more pleasurable than reading in a garden on a fine summer afternoon. Near my office is an arboretum, one of my most favorite places on the planet. I spent some time there Tuesday after work, lounging on a wooden bench and reading On Mystic Lake by Kristin Hannah under fluttering poplar trees. Accented with the song of cicadas, my hour-and-a-half there was some of my most well-spent time this week.

I haven’t been crafting much since I last wrote- in between some healing (I cut a part of my thumb off two weeks ago) and my second job, I haven’t been able to carve out any time for a podcast or two and crocheting. However, I am still monogamously working on the French Market Bag… I’m utterly thrilled with how it is coming along. I love the indigo color of the yarn and I think it will look très chic when finally finished. I hope to drag it around with me when I go to the beach in October.

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Have you ever heard the folk saying: for every fog in August, there will be a snowfall? So far this month I’ve counted 8 foggy mornings. I dare say I love a good foggy morning, and this week was rife with them. Walking out the door and into the fog with my thermos in hand on a foggy morning evokes such a particular feeling… and reminds me of foggy mornings at my Nana’s house, sitting on the front porch and watching the wild turkeys emerge from the mist, looking for the corn she spread for them. Fog also makes me think of my childhood mornings at the Grange Fair, laying awake in my bunk of the camper watching the mist retreat over the mountain through the window.

Some verbs from this week:
Reading: On Mystic Lake by Kristin Hannah
Listening: an older Mumford and Sons album, Babel
Visiting: The Arboretum at Penn State
Drinking: Yorkshire Gold, my favorite tea

I’m trying to drink in the summer sunshine while I still can. This weekend is going to be lovely- visiting friends and lounging outdoors while reading. As long as the weather holds out, I’ll still be visiting the Arboretum on my free afternoons post-work. Watching the garden transform from spring delicacy to summer vibrancy to fall resilience astounds me every year. Witnessing nature, most definitely, is the finest part of life.

Until we meet again~

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