Turn your speakers up all the way. The Days Gone by! O the days gone by!The apples in the orchard, and the pathway through the rye;The chirrup of the robin, and the whistle of the quailAs he piped across the meadows sweet as any nightingale;When the bloom was on the clover, and the blue was
That’s what I said. I said, “I’ll do Harbrace, Little-Brown, and Strunk & White, but not Google.” Some background is in order. Mr. Big Food and I had a terrible row this morning. We are in full agreement on noun-pronoun agreement (e.g., “Every child has their his or her favorite toy”; alt. “All children have
The preferred model of the smart person is someone whose living space is overwhelmed with books – piled on tables, chairs, shelves, heaped in the corner. Occasionally the occupant will think “now, what was it that Arnold Hasgrove said about agrarian populism in the late 19th century? I just saw that book – ah, it
For reasons that have everything to do with this post, I’ve spent the last two days scouring my pictures files, and an array of folders with pictures in them, looking for pictures. Along the way, I wondered, when did Daughter C move in? And out and in again? And out and in again w/ The
I always keep a spot of mad money tucked away so I won’t have to leave a book behind and be mad about it. H/t Miss M who sent me this on Pinterest. Thanks, man.
Book of Etiquette Volume I by Lillian Eichler (1923)– and check this out! You can get an e-copy for free!
Happy Birthday, Miss M!
On top of the world!
It is not in my head, it is in my hand : Es ist nicht in meinem Kopf, es ist in meiner Hand. That’s according to Babylon. So I was completely wrong, and Daughter C & Miss M were close to being 100% right. [At issue was Mama’s “test” to know when one has put
The excitement over the weather, along with my desire to demonstrate that I was all over potential bad weather situations (which I am) sort of petered out when the bad weather did. That’s a good thing. It means we can continue to attend to the table(s). Here’s the situation. I’ve been reading that things are not
Miss M’s BIG pumpkin. Stay tuned.
Dear Girls, What do you think? Should we knit ourselves some matching outfits? Or crochet some critters “using egg shaped hosiery containers?” How about some flags for Christmas? Wait… wait… . Let’s cross stitching some Bashful Bunnies! What do you think? Love, Your mom
An elegant sufficiency, content, Retirement, rural quiet, friendship, books. –James Thomson (Scottish poet, 1700-1748) Found in Bartlett’s Familiar Quotations, Seventeenth Edition, under “quiet.”
I know you City Mice are right proud of your uber-cool horse-and-driver-less buggies, and your monorail…MonoRail…MONORAIL…MONORAIL and all. And I suspect you’ve never driven– errr, I mean, been driven– on a dirt road. But out here in the country we Country Mice sure do love our “Morning Rides” over hill & dale & dusty trail.
Daughter C and Miss M enjoy each other’s company on the front “lawn.”
Much as we love our dogs, and we do love our dogs, dogs are not children. Dogs will never spend 20 minutes texting worries about childrens’ wet noses. Dogs are dogs. Human children are human children. Human children are not dogs. This is logically straight forward. Love, Mom