Bluestocking Tendencies

I've fallen prey to a love of language, one unparalleled by any before. Regency-dated novels have much to do with it, as do surprising events unfolding on twitter and facebook. I've had my nose in a book for the past three nights, lack of sleep might catch up soon but I'll throw caution to the wind and enjoy myself. The current book is so centered upon poetry that when in the library section with Bet this morning, I stumbled upon a selection of classic poets I was tempted to borrow one. Maybe Keats, or Byron or Tennyson. Something old and classical. Something that has inspired generations of people. Something to feel connected to the past. Not in a way that stops one from looking forward, but a plant can't grow without roots, and I consider literature to be a profound part of my roots. I've also been impressed with the writings of others this week, so that's also quite uplifting.

And for added amusement brooks features as a secondary character in the current novel I've been sucked into.

Also, when I got home today I donned my wellies and sunglasses and proceeded to shovel a large pile of soil into a wheelbarrow and deliver it to my dad a few times. He's moving on with his plans for the garden. I have to say I quite like what he has in mind.

Now, back to the book and pleasant but easy conversation (: