It has been a strange and wonderful day. We got up much earlier than we
normally do on a holiday, and rushed out to see the two youngest in the family,
and share some holiday fun. That was delightful.
We walked our dog in a howling wind that was tossing small branches here
and there, and in places cracking pieces of trees that were larger and a bit
scary. So we drove out to our favourite park to watch the waves crashing on
the shore and tossing high arcs of white spray.
A neighbour left pink tulips on the porch with a cheerful note. And we came
home to read. Nicki Ault said that she's had a hard time reading since the pandemic,
and I’ve felt the same way. So many of my paintings feature people reading.
And I do consider it one of life’s leading pleasures. I have been reading books
on serious subjects, but no novels. So I feel lucky to have found a good book in
free book library on a neighbour's lawn just around the corner.
Have an enjoying your holiday day.
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