Ireland

One day, I'm go-inn to Ire-land.  With green all around, the bleats of the sheep, and the wind through the valleys. Think of the waving grass through the hills, the wild flowers in the wood, and the Irish music; the folklore, the accents.  Think of the story-teller in the orphanage, sitting on a stool with his pipe, tell-inn uh-way to the wee little children.  Think of the old stone castles, mysteries that ever lie within them.

Well, I looked up the news in Ireland to find it very modern.  Too modern.  Technology everywhere!  I don't want to go.  I'd rather get away from technology, by going to the Amish community.  I suppose I can read all I want about Ireland's beautiful history from my small library.

At least I won't have to pay thousands of dollars to get plane tickets.  I missed the early nineteen hundreds.  Oh well.  At least I don't have to go through World War I, the Great Depression, World War II, or the potato shortage in Ireland.  I'm right where I'm supposed to be.

Got two books; a biography of Queen Mary; Queen of Scots, and the Irish Way, two nonfiction books from the shadowy corners of the small quaint library not far from my house.

Mulberries, Words, and Sun Chips

I'm ome with me dad(who is practicing classical songs on the grand piano at the moment).

  Typing, writing, reading, feeling new pages of a newly unwrapped book, opened it on the day we celebrate my birthday. 
Inkspell.  Hardcover, like a special wooden door into a treasure room of words.  Dark cover, blue like blueberries, silver designs shiny, like nickles, a blue snake, threatened in a bush ome, purple berries that look like grapes or plumes.  Six hundred thirty-five pages.  Seventy seven chapters (each with a quote from a fairy tale or classic book at the beginning).


 Black blue, purple, and red mulberries fall from the tree with a plop, to rest on the ground where small bugs make a home within them.  That's why you must always be like a bird and go into the tree and pluck them from the branches instead of waiting too long. 
  That is the very same thing for my honeysuckle woods(don't say it isn't a forest because it isn't, because I like to pretend that it is) with white blossoms.  Its drops of sweet water lying in wait inside are easily infested with small bugs also(not to mention bees), so I like to be early to pick them, take off the bottom of the blossoms, and get one drop of heaven from each.

Snacking on chips at the moment.  Crinkle, rattle, rustle.  Crinkle, crackle, crunch.
Collecting old and new pennies from wherever I can.  The oldest penny I have was made in 1955.  It is a wonder to think of all the hands that once held this penny and all the stories that happened around it!
The newest penny I have is made this year(2011) and is so shiny and pretty.  It is a wonder to think that I am one of the first to hold it, and one of the first stories in history that happens around the penny.

I'm going on a long drive tomorrow with my family, so I'll be sure to bring lots of books to read on the way.  A journey, an adventure in itself.
Happy Spring!  Happy day, two days before my birthday.  God bless you!
   
 

Bookshop Closing and More Rain

Almost getting back into reading after getting caught up in school.  Went to a closing bookstore; a big Gold mine, that's what it was!  First forty to fifty percent off a lot of things including movies and CDs.  Then sixty through eighty percent off.  Got a lot of books, aye.  And there's this checkout person man who has an accent.  He was there each time we visited.  I finally found out that he was Australian, and had a little of a New York accent as well as an Australian one.  Books, historical fiction I'd never heard of.  Flipping through small pages of young adult books, searching for a good read.  Brewed hot sweet cherry tea on the kettle. 
Surprisingly, waiting for yet more rain to come in about a day(so says the weather), after a few very hot days in the nineties and eighties.  Saw a pair of grey-brown rabbits in a yard.  Picking up small books and big books and reading rare delights; new and unfamiliar from tall bookshelves and hiding places. 
Said good bye to a few, leaving the bookshop without them.  A few visits back, got two classics, am looking forward to reading them.  Though I am forbidden to read or touch them till my birthday in a few days.  They are hidden away, underneath a bed or in a stack, or in a drawer.  I know not at the moment though.  All the better.  Trying not to think of them.
Went to the dentist and got three cavities filled without any shots taken.  Was brave that day, not knowing if I would feel unfamiliar pain or unbearable pain.  Nearly unbearable for a few moments.  Heard a song about dentists by Owl City.  Personally, I think some dentists are blackmailers.  They have no sympathy whatsoever!  None but an evil laugh in delight to give you shots and then smile sweetly and offer a sugar-filled, white-flour baked cookie in a crackling paper bag.  Otherwise they threaten you with rotten teeth to come in the future.  All I could think during that hour was this, "The Lord is my Shepherd.  Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will not be afraid, for He is with me." and this, "There is always hope, as long as God is on the throne, as long as love is everlasting, as long as Jesus lives."

Hum.  Listen to birds.  Climb a tree, reading a large big book called Scarlet about Robin Hood and written with old Celtic pronunciation; full with pronunciation guide and all.

Practicing my flute, singing by the piano and violin, and preparing for a homeschool band concert that is the very day after my birthday.   

Happy mid-spring.  Happy day.

Rain again

Tap patter pat tap drip plop tap patter drip plop pat tap patter drip grass greenery.  Gray clouds drift in the sky slow as gray turtles.  Drain, dap, patter, cold, drip tap clink of metal,  type type type.  My mom is making waffles(waffle waffle awf).  Got to go to the table.  Sunday.  After church.  Rain.  Syrup.  Healthy sausage with herbs.  Strawberries.
I'll type later.  I'll write.  I will.  I'll imagine the forests, green in Ireland.  Feel like Narnia.  Goodbye.  God bless you.  :D