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Jenny Kiss’d Me
When I was a child there was a slim volume of poems on the bookshelves. It looked like a book that would be given as a gift, all in red and black and white with smooth pages. I think they were all supposed to be love poems though I have my doubts about that since I clearly remember one of the poems was Annabel Lee which is downright tragic. There is one other poem I remember. I loved it because it had my name in it and all children are captivated when something has their name. The poem was Jenny Kiss’d Me by Leigh Hunt. I read it over and over…
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Walking in the Sunshine
Sunshine. Warm air. Blue skies. Dirt paths. The sound of the breeze in the trees. The swift darting flight of swallows overhead. The possibilities of a new walk discovered. Should we take this path or that? The woods or the water? How long? How far? Do we care? Watching my daughter sit in the grass with her eyes closed and listen, just listen, to the sounds of nature all around her. Letting the stresses and strains of the week drain away. Once again getting pulled into a conversation about which dog we encounter is the cutest. Sitting on some rocks by the side of the water and eating the snacks…
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Bookshop Visit//Barrington Books
From the exterior, Barrington Books in Cranston, Rhode Island is not particularly impressive. It is in the middle of a shopping center that also houses such things as an L.L. Bean and a Newport Creamery. Though, now that I think about it, that is not a bad thing. Books followed by ice cream and then, if you are truly committed, you can go on to purchase hiking boots. All aspects of life supplied in one stop. On the morning I visited however, I was simply focused on books which I am sure comes as no surprise. I stumbled across Barrington Books when I was doing an internet search for independent…
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Summer Plans
I want to sit with my feet buried in the sand, the sound of the waves in my ears, and a book in my hands that I barely glance at because I am so busy enjoying the moment. I want to look for sea glass and shells and oddly shaped rocks. I want to eat ice cream and fried shrimp and clam chowder. I want to walk down the beach in the evening as the sand cools and the waves lap around our feet. I want to shiver and protest as I slowly creep my way into the cold New England ocean but I’ll do it anyway because that is…
