Reading in the Garden

Another favorite new artist, of the romantic bent I'm head over heels in at the moment, avoiding reality like crazy (or maybe trying to visualize that alternate reality I'd like).

Though my dress isn't nearly as rosy, I'm sitting in my own garden among the shades of rose immersed in To the Lighthouse—always favorite summer reading, and something I felt nostalgic for.  Maybe Colette next, or a Marguerite Duras.

"There is a temperate zone in the mind, between luxurious indolence and exacting work; and it is to this region, just between laziness and labor, that summer reading belongs."

—Henry Ward Beecher

A little French Sumatra decaf, to be followed by some cold Lady Grey tea . . . and later a wedding, and an opera, and maybe lamb burgers in a walled patio in the city . . . what more should summer be?






image:  Richard Emil Miller