I’ve been working on my Woolen Memories rug, filling in the night sky and debating how much border to do and what shades… lights or darks…
The finished size is 36x38 but working that much border in is not my idea of fun.
Our hooking group is supplying gift baskets for the end of May hook-in and collecting items that are local only has been challenging and fun.
Reader and fellow blogger, Julia, donated jars of canned goodies from her gardens, one hooker gave her homemade soap, another fashioned a small penny mat, another donated regional wine.
Let’s just say that the winners will be very happy.
As Spring arrives and summer makes suggestions of coming, I set my hook down more. Anything outdoors calls to me— walking, gardening, hanging clothes, bird watching…
I’ve thoroughly been enjoying an audiobook whilst I still hook; it’s Susan Cheever’s American Bloomsbury. Weaving the lives of the genius writers of 1840s Concord Mass., Cheevers brings life to the colourful characters: Louisa May Alcott, Emerson, Thoreau, Poe, Dickinson, Melville, Hawthorne and some lesser knowns.
Lots of research went into the non-fiction tome.
And if any of you have been to Concord, I think you’d agree that it’s very atmospheric with it’s air of history. I’ve been twice and if I’d seen Alcott in person, weeping over her sister’s grave I would not have been surprised.
In 2013, I went on a 3 week tour of Greece. It was given by the university here and completed my credits for a degree. Greece is another place that oozes with history and intrigue.
I’m reading A Thing of Beauty, Travels in Mythical and Modern Greece by Peter Fiennes. Have any of you read his other travel books?
I’m typically a mystery reader and one book at a time, thank you very much. But I’ve discovered that I can read non-fiction simultaneously and not get confused.
Lastly, for book club, I read
The One Hundred Years of Lenni and Margo by Marianne Cronin.
Cronin is all of 31 and wrote with both finesse and an amazing understanding of chronic illness, though I’d say this novel was more humour than bleak.
I’ve reserved A Lullaby for Witches by Hester Fox as the master’s student in the reading group is organizing a trip to Salem Mass. for Fall. She’s a studier of the witch trails and I’m the historical house nut, the others will be along for the wine.
(Hawthorne’s great great grandfather, John Hathehorne, judged the trials and Nathaniel left Salem because of the lasting taint to his name.
He even changed his last name. )
So all books mentioned get my thumbs up. Minus the last which I’ve yet to read…
May you enjoy this month of daffodils and warming earth!