“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan


Soft Saturday

I have been here for hours.

It has been indescribably pleasant, here in front of the computer, serenaded by its hum & the sound of an occasional car going by outside, working on photographs, reading others' blogs, answering emails. No telephone ringing, no real place I need to be. A lazy soft Saturday. I slept late - no need to be up early for Maggie's weekly veterinarian visit; Michael was in town & able to give the weekend injection. We breakfasted out, watched Book tv, and then later Katie & I treated ourselves to Harvey. She was then off to a family reunion, and I was off to here, with Mexican food & a Dr Pepper. Outside with Lily, with the laptop in hand to begin catching up on blogs & friends, and back inside to look at today's photos. I have at least one more to share, but this one was so soft, and I feel very soft today, very relaxed, so this seemed to speak to me the loudest.

It's a rare gift - a day like today.
I am extremely grateful.
I say thanks.


  1. Oh, I'm in dire need of one of those days! I don't know if it will come soon enough!
    I shall live intrinsically through yours...

  2. You know, because of you, I rented Harvey a week or so ago....and I LOVED IT!!!!!!
    It was so charming and sweet.
    Absolutely loved it..thank you for sharing. I never would have known it was out there.

    Lots of love

  3. Paula - I am crossing my fingers for you to have a day like this soon!

    Jaime - Oh, the scene where Jimmy Stewart is in the alleyway talking about how the pooka came to be called Harvey - how, because he'd never known anyone with that name, he had such hopes for it. It makes me cry!


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