It's a rainy Saturday and I'm okay with that. We need the moisture and would much rather it be from rain than snow.
I've always liked rainy days, which goes back to childhood on the farm. A rainy day meant water for the crops and a day off for farmers. Dad would head to the Red Star Mill in town to shoot the breeze with all the other tillers of the soil gathered there. There would be comparisons on how the crops were looking in the various townships and then the gossip which could range from who had a new car to rumors of a shotgun wedding or a marriage on the rocks.
For me, it meant no pulling weeds out of the garden or mowing the yard. If it was my turn to dust, I gave it a lick and a promise, and then headed upstairs to read. Which, in a nutshell, is why I always have, and still do, love rainy days.
I just finished one of the books I got from the library Wednesday, but before I read anymore of those, I'm going to read the book my friend Leslie sent me along with this very cute and so appropriate Adventures of A Book Lover ornament.
That is the title of the book splayed (something I never do) on the top of the pile.
The other titles are: Diary of a Page Turner, Climbing Mystery Mountain, Fairy Tale Forest, History Highway and Romantic Rivalry. Those sound like titles I would read.
No Christmas cookies, but some Pecan Sandies and a cup of tea and the pitter patter of rain.
A perfect rainy day. 💚
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