This weekend, my Lark Rise to Candleford series 3 came in the mail. Oh delight! Oh bliss! I love these people. Queenie is my favorite because she is so real and dear. She welcomes heavy hearts. People bare their souls to her and it never fails to encourage me. Minnie (below) is full of life and hopefulness. She's silly and isn't afraid to ask ridiculous questions. Jeff asked me if I like the people from Lark Rise better or the people from Candleford. Definitely, I love the Lark Risers best. Finally, I had to stop watching, for I had tried Jeff's patience enough. He doesn't like the theme song playing quite so often. They talk slow and I like that. I feel like everything around here is rush, rush, rush. We are always hurrying and when we aren't hurrying, we're planning. I'd like long tea-seasoned chats with the Lark Rise ladies, sewing on something, laughing and sharing. A girl can dream.
Guess what else came? Yes, Laurel's Kitchen! But, I was disappointed because it's a compact version, not the original. I had to hunt and order again. This one is lovely, too, but I want the first one. To all of you who like veggie dishes, this is the sweetest, homiest, down-to-earth cookbook ever. There is a new one, but the old one makes you want to pack everyone you love a sack lunch that will knock their socks off!
Today was Wacky Tacky Day at school. It's SPIRIT week. I bet you remember this from last year if you've been my friend since then. I am a better sport about it this year. I'm trying to be a team player. I was almost late this morning because I had to run a green polka dot ribbon through the casing of my square dancing petticoat. (No, I don't square dance, it's my Pom Pom under thing!) and a student pointed to my pink apron and said, "What that called? An apron?" Funny. Someone also told me my glasses (I wear these often!) are nice and tacky, too.Below is my friend and co-teacher for third period, Melissa. She's fun.
And guess what? Bill is HOME! He's tired from all that plane riding, but he's so happy to be home and he is already asleep in our flannel clad bed! I'm so thankful! A storm is brewing outside now but last night the moon woke me up three times. It was so bright, I had to get up on my knees and stare at it. I can hear the wind and the thunder. Ten more days of my beloved September. Thank you so much for stopping in. I love the thought of you.