Saturday, June 18, 2011
Weeding at Home
It has been a rainy day, perfect for reading, drinking tea, quilting, and weeding (books, not troublesome, take-over-the-flower-bed weeds). I, however, was not the weeder today. My middle son reviewed his full shelves and chose several titles he no longer wanted. Some I could understand. The boys often desperately wanted a book that I knew would not be a cherished favorite. But hose titles were in a pile with books I hoped they would always love, like Marguerite Henry's King of the Wind. I took the pile from his room and stashed my own favorites in a place for someday, just in case he changes his mind.