My son got his first library card today. His grandma took him and filled out the forms. When he checked out his first book ever, the librarians rang the desk bell and clapped. He was waiting with the card to show it to me, and carefully put it back in the little sleeve after pointing out the library logo.
I am feeling surprisingly tender about this. I’m proud of him and glad he wanted a library card, and I’m very curious to see what he picks out. I’m also astonished that he’s grown so big so fast.
Here’s what he checked out today:
Ants! His grandpa read the book to him this afternoon, and then they built a huge Lego fort. Such a little boy, my darling superhero-loving, baseball cap-wearing, dinosaur-drawing, still-hugs-his-mama child.
P.S. Here’s to grandparents!
Bunnies, bunnies everywhere. Fuzzy bunnies, bunny cookies, lions-posing-as-bunnies, you name it. Spring – and Easter – are upon us.
When I was little, it seemed like I saw the Easter Bunny in our back yard every year. My brother and I would come downstairs and find our eggs and fill our baskets and then, looking out the big window by the kitchen table, see a small soft brown figure loping into the woods.
Perhaps, in reality, it was just two years out of many. And I know that we had dozens of bunnies living in the woods around our house, so odds were that there was a bunny in our back yard every spring morning. But really, a sweet brown bunny hopping through the grass on Easter morning? As if she was waiting for two eager faces to appear at the window so we could get a flash of her white tail before she vanished under the blackberry bushes? That had to be something.
It’s also possible that this lovely book, The Country Bunny and the Little Gold Shoes, had something to do with it.
See? There she is.
They’re done! Here are my latest quilting experiments:
I had some leftover scraps, so the blue & linen squares quilt got a pillow to go with it, too.
Everything was muffled in white and the sky was gray, gray, gray. It was a good day to be outside and shovel and a good day to come inside where it was cozy for this:
Today is a good day to break out the sleds and this charming, silly book.
Today at lunch I went to the bank. I took a back-roads route through my old home town, circling through the center and south side. I drove by my old house and and my old elementary school and what used to be the library.
I was shocked by new mansions and reassured by familiar old stone walls. I played music and lazily leaned into the curves. I thought about where I am now and where I was then and where I am, perhaps, going.
I had a spring in my step when I got back to the office. Sometimes you just need to take a drive and blow out the cobwebs.
I finished Scumble this weekend, Ingrid Law’s sequel to Savvy. Both are quirky, delightful, and timeless books about growing up. I happen to prefer Savvy to Scumble, perhaps because I read it first, or perhaps because I empathize more with Mibs than with Ledger.
Savvy introduces Mibs Beaumont and her unusual family. The Beaumont kids all come into their savvies, or special talents, on their thirteenth birthdays. Mibs is on the cusp of her birthday and discovering her savvy when disaster strikes and her father ends up in the hospital. Determined to help her father, Mibs sets off on a road trip with unexpected companions and unexpected consequences, learning along the way that there is more to herself and other people than can be seen on the surface.
Scumble is the story of Mibs’s younger cousin, Ledger, as he too hits the fateful age of 13. His savvy seems like a disaster at first but as he learns to scumble, or obscure, his talent from the world his true abilities come together in spectacular fashion.
Who doesn’t wish for a special power at some point as a kid? (Or as an adult?) The magic of Law’s books, though, is that her character’s talents are unpredictable and unique, as large as the ability to move mountains or as seemingly irrelevant as the ability to catch radio broadcasts out of midair. “Seemingly” is the key word here. In Law’s books there is always more depth to people than expected and her characters learn that it is our quirks and small talents – and how we use them – that make each of us truly special.
(Law herself has a talent – a savvy! – for picking marvelous, folksy, evocative words to title her books. And, thanks to Savvy, I now think of that extra pack of marshmallows in the pantry as our “emergency marshmallows,” for use in case of banged knees and hurt feelings.)
In other news, I’m starting a new doll quilt. This set of prints reminds me a bit of Mibs’s world – actually, more her mother’s than hers, I think. Midwestern wildflowers? I will post pictures as it comes together.