The nights are “drawing in” again, as the English say. There’s the scent of woodsmoke on the night air that tells me neighbors are beginning the cozy autumn ritual of lighting their fires. Maybe it is the jacket weather that is causing my nesting instinct to kick in. I brought out our Fall decorations and pumpkin scented candles today. Jon helped me dust the living room, and I set out my little acorn people on the piano, and lit an apple pie scented candle on the kitchen table. I brought out my red and white checked table cloth and made chocolate chip cookies. My house smelled very inviting this afternoon.
Like most people, I love this time of year when jackets are still a novelty. Emmy wore her warm fleece hat today while taking her daily swing in the back yard. The wind was blowing, and it really was chilly. Not that Emmy minded. Having a rare chance to have Daddy push her in the swing, she was thrilled, as usual, to be outside. Tom had her screaming with laughter with his male way of doing things. Dads play differently with children. My sedate style of pushing her in the swing couldn’t hold a candle to Daddy’s. She cries every time she has to leave the swing. I think she would live there if she could.
I have fallen in love, readers, with a new book. I am barely into it, and I cannot wait to read the next chapter. It is a book by Christopher Morley from 1919 called, The Haunted Bookshop. It is not a book about the supernatural. It’s the story of a used book dealer in Brooklyn who converts his old brownstone into a shop. His wife and he live in a nook within the store. Just the description of the bookshop and its funny, book-loving owner has been worth it.
When I took 6 books out of the library yesterday, the librarian checking me out said, “Looks like you got the oldest books in the library!” The pages were all yellowed in most of them. “Those are usually the best kind,” I said with a smile. She nodded. “I know what you mean!”
Speaking of literature, Will is going to see the American Players in Spring Green, Wisconsin for a performance of As You Like It this week. I’m having him brush up on the plot of the play so he knows what’s going on on stage. I’ll have to hunt up my copy of Shakespeare’s complete works that Tom brought me. He was in a shop in London’s Charing Cross Road which is famous for its bookshops when came across a leather bound edition with the simple inscription, “To Harry With Love from Molly.” I always wonder who Harry was and whether he liked Molly’s gift. The date inscribed was 1931. The London Blitz and WWII were just a few years away. The book doesn’t look very used so perhaps Harry wasn’t much on Shakespeare.
I’m going to get the meatloaf going. Tom has been working in the yard and putting things away in the shed for the winter and will be very hungry. Tonight we will light our own fire. It would be perfect to sit in my rocker and read my new (old) Morley book. I have to find out what happens next in his magnificent bookshop. I’ll let you know!