Buckets and buckets of rain here in Western Oregon lately — a perfect time to welcome some more new friends:
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The oldest of these was published in 1777. The most recent, and the only volume from the twentieth century, is dated 1900. If you’d like to know more about a particular volume, just ask.
15 comments:
rainy day and the beautifull company of books...
this is one of the things that made life beautifull
William, I love rainy days and my old friends, books! They just seem to go hand-in-hand!
Your next book that you author, should be a book of the beautiful and wonderful photos that you've taken of your library and your old friends. I would buy a copy of course :)
It’s true, Laura and Jan, rain and books are made for each other. And then, about five minutes later, the sun came out and the books looked completely different; it was so bright that it was hard to tell my little light was on. And then it got dark again....
And thank you, Jan. That would be fun — a book of pictures of books. There are two or three blogs I visit every day that feature nothing but pictures of books. But today one of my favorite blogs has a painting of an old schoolhouse that I love.
Gordon Lightfoot (one of Canada's best!) will pick you up, William.
Enjoy!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ETSs2c_0tQ4
Thanks, Conrad. Mr. Lightfoot just happens to be one of my favorites. And for the record: I love the rain.
Sigh...
What’s the matter, Gerry? No room for these in your van?
Cruel, William, cruel. Ha! Alas, I must accept the limitations of the life I've chosen. I have a nice hardcover of 'The Razor's Edge'. Send me your address again by PM. I seem to have misplaced it.
I prefer to think of myself as rotten. But cruel will do. And if sending Maugham will keep you from having to get a smaller tea kettle, then I’m only too glad to help.
will it really rain again? it seems rather impossible. but then i like this as every change is a complete surprise.
you can build a house with your collection, william, house minds.
xo
erin
You see, of course, that I’ve made a little house of these books. But I forgot to leave room for a door! Huh. Well, meet me around back. We’ll have a smoke and talk about the weather.
I love to look at these old books, that tiny wonderful lamp of colors and the idea of rain music on the roof and windows while reading....
Hi, Monica. I’m glad you like my little dragonfly lamp. I love it. Other than daylight, it’s usually the only light I have on in the room.
Ah, sigh. The rain is hitting my window as I read this. I should pull the rocking chair closer to the window to read while there is still some light.
Rain? In Portland? Shocking! We have dazzling sunshine. Oops — had.
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