That's what you get in October.
The theme for tomorrow's "show and share" is kindness, so after dinner I braved the autumn rain to pick a nosegay of flowers from the yard: two coneflowers, a sprig of mums and a few spikes of variegated liriope flowers, all tied with a too-big burlap ribbon. A sad bouquet if ever there was one, but that's what you get in early October.
The mornings, though. The mornings are stunning. The dew glistens, and the mist rises gossamer-white from the fields, and my heart swells full enough to get me through the day.
I checked out The Secret Diary of Hendrik Groen from the library today. I don't typically peruse the fiction shelf, but its thick binding and quirky type caught my eye.
Amazon describes it this way:
"With an eccentric group of friends he founds the wickedly anarchic Old-But-Not-Dead Club--'Rule #3: No Whining Allowed'--and he and his best friend, Evert, gleefully stir up trouble, enraging the home's humorless director and turning themselves into unlikely heroes."
How could I resist?