"The filtered light cast cloud shadows that undulated across the rain-soaked mountains, like a stampede of ghostly riders across the sage." Now THAT is beautiful language, Sue. As is this: "... muted hues and empty space.... contrasts and colors....shapes emerging from under the shifting soils." Super photographs!
I've been enjoying your posts through email and later on Notes. For some reason, they disappeared from my emails, but just the other day, I received the one about your grandmother beautiful little book. I'm so anxious to receive it. The samples were so enticing and charming. For her to have made the little treasure and for you to find and restore it is such a fateful event. She was whispering to you. "The world needs this." We all need a little bit of innocence these days.
Thank you! I was able to get the book sent off in the mail today. I haven't been writing much of anything since a dark day in November. Everything is saturated in politics, even Substack. Writing about "A Happy Day" seemed trite. But, like you, I've decided a bit of innocence might provide some sweet relief. Thanks again! And one more time, I say, "I have to catch up on my Substack reading".
I wondered what had happened to you. It's good to have you back. After that past six months of mayhem, people do need our outlook of joy and wonder at simple things. Simple truths. Our attention has been consumed by world events that may or may not even affect us, but they're dramatic and more interesting that our mundane, controllable lives. Maybe we need to redirect each other back to the things that count and we have some control.
"The filtered light cast cloud shadows that undulated across the rain-soaked mountains, like a stampede of ghostly riders across the sage." Now THAT is beautiful language, Sue. As is this: "... muted hues and empty space.... contrasts and colors....shapes emerging from under the shifting soils." Super photographs!
What would I do without you, Sharron. You're my most erudite writerly friend and I really love and appreciate your comments. Thank you.
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Delightful. Loved this line:
"Such a tragic ending to a valiant steed." I have to agree.
Thank you, Ellen, I'm glad you liked Mayuary.
I've been enjoying your posts through email and later on Notes. For some reason, they disappeared from my emails, but just the other day, I received the one about your grandmother beautiful little book. I'm so anxious to receive it. The samples were so enticing and charming. For her to have made the little treasure and for you to find and restore it is such a fateful event. She was whispering to you. "The world needs this." We all need a little bit of innocence these days.
Thank you! I was able to get the book sent off in the mail today. I haven't been writing much of anything since a dark day in November. Everything is saturated in politics, even Substack. Writing about "A Happy Day" seemed trite. But, like you, I've decided a bit of innocence might provide some sweet relief. Thanks again! And one more time, I say, "I have to catch up on my Substack reading".
I wondered what had happened to you. It's good to have you back. After that past six months of mayhem, people do need our outlook of joy and wonder at simple things. Simple truths. Our attention has been consumed by world events that may or may not even affect us, but they're dramatic and more interesting that our mundane, controllable lives. Maybe we need to redirect each other back to the things that count and we have some control.