An absolute deluge flew in from out of nowhere this afternoon. The sky turned black and the rain came down in sheets. We lit candles and enjoyed the sound and scent through the open doors of the garden room. Eventually the rain stopped and gave way to a magnificent sunset. The woods looked like they were on fire. I loved seeing the puddles glow. It lasted such a short time, but I am thankful that I witnessed it.
Thursday, April 30
In other news, the first roses bloomed at Rectory House today!
Wednesday, April 29
Tuesday, April 28
Monday, April 27
I made sausage and pepper pasta à la Old World Home for lunch today! Here's the recipe: boil some pasta (I used penne today) and sauté some ground sausage and bell pepper (I also sliced in an onion and added salt, pepper, and Italian seasoning). Once pasta is cooked, add a ladle full of pasta water to the sausage pan and a bit of heavy cream. Allow sauce to thicken and then pour over drained pasta. Serve with freshly grated parmesan cheese. Scrumptious!
Sunday, April 26
Saturday, April 25
I've been going to a nearby flower farm once in awhile to buy a cheering bouquet of flowers. Though I can take a busy two lane road to get there quickly, I opt to take the back roads. I love looking at the houses on the way, but this is my favorite thing to pass.
Friday, April 24
Our mailbox has been in rough shape for the eight years we've lived here. Recently, someone hit it (and quickly propped it back up so no one would know 😂) and it went from being dilapidated to being basically unusable (taking in water from multiple holes and not staying closed). We're finally installing a new one after all the letters we got today were soaked. I can't wait to see our mail carrier's face when she sees that we have a respectable mailbox for her to use! In our defense, we were trying to wait to get a new one until we did some work on the front entrance (tree removal, stone wall and arch, and new sign) so that it wouldn't get accidentally broken and the style would match the work.
Belinski looked at the bedside table with its lamp, its carafe, its silver biscuit- box, it's two books, one of them in German. A lower shelf held cigarettes, matches, ash-tray. He looked at the primroses on the bureau. The warmth of a hot-water bottle communicating itself, he shifted a little and looked at the small mound it made through the bed-clothes. Then he looked at Andrew.
"It is unbelievable, " said Mr. Belinski.
"All of it. That I should be here-- in this house-- with your parents-- is like a dream."
Belinski nodded seriously. "I had forgotten that such people were. No, that is wrong: I never knew such people. They are good like saints.
From Cluny Brown by Margery Sharp
Wednesday, April 22
Tuesday, April 21
The children left their father and me some presents. I have Iron Man staring me down from my bedside table and my husband has some guy from Star Wars. These kids drive us batty all day long and then we desperately miss them once they've gone off to Dreamland. #cliché