Autumn, slowing down and beginning Mary Swann by Carol Shields.

As I drove to work this week under a canopy of trees, the bright blue sky and the shimmering morning sun smiled at me from above, it reminded me just how much I love this time of year. Yes, the weather can be unpredictable. It can be blowing a gale and pouring rain or it can be, as it was today, a painters palette of colour. Even the light is different in autumn. I love those early dusk moments when everything seems muted as though Mother Nature has held her breath for a moment. The colours are rich and soft all at the same time. I stop and notice it. I breathe the fresh, cool air and it makes me happy to be here to experience it.

But life is busy. I am surrounded by busyness. I am busy, every one I know is busy and I know that there are times when we forget to stop and take it all in. To breathe the fresh air, to see the stunning show the trees are giving us. This is their swan song before they diminish enough to withstand the winter and prepare for the spring and quite often we miss it.

I began reading Mary Swann by Carol Shields today. I fell in love with her writing earlier this year when I was introduced to her rather beautiful novel, The Republic of Love. I have been wanting to read more ever since and I knew that I wanted to add her to my Library shelves. So as I was adding a copy of Mary Swann to our library system I paused to read a little…

Still he has a certain erudition, an appealing, splintery intelligence that, like the holes in his sweaters, conceals a painstaking grasp on the business of reality. Yes, but he is a lightweight; though he denies it, he thinks of a book as a commodity. Yet, a lightweight can be good company at times, especially when that lightweightedness is so arduously cultivated and so obviously a defence. Or is it? That shunting breath and laughter of his ripples with energy. But can he be trusted, a man whose brain dances and performs and hoists itself on market trends and whimsical twenty-four-hour theories? No. Yes. Possibly.

What an exquisitely written paragraph. I have a feeling this is going to be a wonderful novel – it may well sit on my desk a little while longer. 🙂

Thank you for visiting today and remember…

We are all here for such a short time. Please make time to take a moment every single day to enjoy it. No one will think any less of you.



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