The sky is spring-coloured but still evening rises early, winter-cold and starry. No matter how bright the days, it still takes two of them to get a lineful of laundry dry. It still requires a cardigan for going out, and slippers indoors.
There's such a loveliness in that need to unexpectedly take care, despite the sun. Just as I think late winter flowers are the most beautiful because of their unexpectedness as well as their courage.
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I have been reading through the Anne of Green Gables series, as I often do. I fell into it by randomly, hurriedly. taking one of the books for my bag book (you also always have a bag book - a novel in your purse for reading whenever reading is possible, yes?) and couldn't quite stop when that one was done. But I'm onto Rilla now and have read it too recently. I can recite the sentences before reading them. So I'm looking about me for another source of gentle beauty. I have a few similar books, although for me there's nothing quite like Anne. I wish there were more web resources that shared such beauty. Imagine! Havens of loveliness; hedged gardens where we could sit awhile to drink in peace and a poetic view of life. Instagram doesn't quite do it for me. Pinterest is a little better, but even so - the pictures are lovely, but in the end there's really nothing more evocative than words. They can draw from your own mind an image more luscious and inspiring than any photograph.