notwithstanding that passover begins on monday night and that there are a multitude of tasks requiring my attention, i am still sitting at my desk watching the snow melt, albeit slowly, but melting it is.
i am an armchair photographer. i sit here and take these photos out the window. no need to stand up.
earlier i was doing a little hand dusting, not enough dust to require polish and a cloth, just a wipe of my hand was doing the trick, and i came across a childhood book, the mystery of the silver circle, published in 1957. i read the first page and felt nostalgic, it begins during the first week of summer holidays, olivia's days stretched ahead like a sketch book waiting to filled with the most exciting...
should i just read the whole book? right now? so that i too can imagine that summer is stretching ahead of me and that it is filled with excitement and adventures or should i march on, in rythm with this endless month of march, watching the snow melt and perhaps tackling a chore here and there.
how could i resist the lure of one of my first chapter books, 188 pages, ten chapters and only one template.