Reading is a cozy pleasure. Books were one of the first things we wanted to move into the barn. Books, and a comfortable place to stretch out, or curl up, and read. When I come into the barn I feel such a tremendous sense of delight, and I am happily aware of the luxury of this space, and my intentions... to read.
Last summer, when the barn was new, and the open doors invited a cool breeze and glimpse of blue sky, Maria and I travelled through all sorts of new places, where we met new people, ideas, and inspiration. We read Stuart Little, Charlotte's Web, Corgiville Fair, Pumpkin Moonshine, Winnie the Pooh, The Private Life of Tasha Tudor, Little House in The Big Woods, Little Rascal... and others. The brothers read in there, too. Aloud, and to themselves. Every book a new adventure, all from our cozy nook, in the barn.
Now it is winter. Gone are the sheer, white linens that blew in the windows, at the open doors. We've brought out quilts and more pillows. We pull up our socks, and crawl under the comforter. We listen to the rain, and go away with Dr Doolittle, and The Borrowers. It's such a blissful luxury, these sweet hours in our book nook.
Dear Grandma and Grandpa,
Last night, Maria read aloud for us, the first chapter of "Doctor Dolittle."
Even though she is far ahead, she was happy to help us catch up, and we are so glad she did.
We learned some funny words. So, thank you. Thank you for the new books, for the new characters