Well...for those who know me well, know that I'm borderline (round the bend) and always up to a challenge...Barb had a little treat for me, one that she just couldn't pass up, knowing my need for strange. It's good when us dealers know what the other likes and are always on the scout for such gifts of joy...ahhhh...body parts...the wheels they are a turnin'...
Meanwhile up at Sisters' yesterday, this little book of poems caught my eye as I was leaving Bloom, Barb had just brought it in, 'Thistledown' by Sarah Doudney. I have never researched any of the books I find attractive, but this one I did...for some reason. Sarah was born in Portsea, Hampshire, in England in 1841, died in 1926. Living for the most part with her parents all her life, writing children's books and hymnals. One of the things I found fascinating was the fact that her Father was a soap and candle maker, another, that she shuned the city for life in the country, with fresh, green grass under her feet and inspiration all around...where she could see the true color of the sky.
Now this is a woman after my own heart, to find the beauty all 'round and the comfort of home, a simple life for which to write prose and to ponder...'Thistle Down', a collection of poems, just my style...curl up with a cup o Joe as the evening twains...and read till Spring has truly arrived.
The country...always my friend...
Meanwhile up at Sisters' yesterday, this little book of poems caught my eye as I was leaving Bloom, Barb had just brought it in, 'Thistledown' by Sarah Doudney. I have never researched any of the books I find attractive, but this one I did...for some reason. Sarah was born in Portsea, Hampshire, in England in 1841, died in 1926. Living for the most part with her parents all her life, writing children's books and hymnals. One of the things I found fascinating was the fact that her Father was a soap and candle maker, another, that she shuned the city for life in the country, with fresh, green grass under her feet and inspiration all around...where she could see the true color of the sky.
Now this is a woman after my own heart, to find the beauty all 'round and the comfort of home, a simple life for which to write prose and to ponder...'Thistle Down', a collection of poems, just my style...curl up with a cup o Joe as the evening twains...and read till Spring has truly arrived.
The country...always my friend...
