'Give me sequestered nooks and the sweet serenity of books'
Books, much like my dishes, have a way of overflowing. But I love the look
of books spilling about.
Books piled up by my reading chair.
Books stacked by my bed.
Books in my tote bag.
"My Library is Dukedom enough. "
'The Bookworm. '
by Carl Spitzweg
which hangs in my library
I love the play of light and shadows in this piece.
Of course you can see why I love him. He's a man after my own heart.
The smell of a vintage book can immediately bring back fond memories of
visiting old book stores in San Francisco with my Grandparents.
Spending hours perusing aisles lined with books that whispered to me
.....are you ready for an adventure?
Yes, Amelia Earhart
and Florence Nightingale
and so many others
beckoned me to sit quietly and let them tell me their story.
I loved these trips to our favorite book stores, with their creaky wooden floors and their tall ladders reaching to the ceiling. One of my favorites spots had so many book
they spilled out everywhere. Two stories tall.
Stacks on top of stacks.
Books in boxes on the floor.
And books on top of boxes.
Oh to be surrounded by books.
and I pledged that one day I would have a library
Well, not quite
( ahh yes, just right)
And yes, I'm surrounded by books.
as well as some of my favorite items.
I am happy here in this little corner.
A book, a chair, a good light for reading....and I'm off.
These books aren't just items on a shelf
They are my friends. When I look at these shelves, I see far flung places I've visited from my armchair, things I've learned, laughs and heartaches I've shared with these characters.
And to use a little literary license from one of my favorite characters;
"Robinson Crusoe, not real? Elizabeth Bennett, Scarlett O'Hara not real ?"
Of course they're real, I say. Their lives are lived on these worn pages,
and I am free to visit them over and over again.
So I pick up a book, sink into my comfy chair
and say to myself
" where shall I go today?"