Friday, 19 February, 2010

You know the kind of week that promises snow and then delivers some (albeit sporadic) bright sky and spring-like sun? The kind of week punctuated by poety friends, chocolate cake with strawberry icing, and a little sun . . .


Mornings filled with chocolate truffles (only a few at a time, mind . . . and I have yet to taste a chocolate truffle I prefer to Ganong chocolate truffles), Vaughn Williams on the radio, and the fascinating Wolf Hall by Hilary Mantel (I've made my way to the half-way point already and am trying to slow down and just savour . . . gorgeous writing).

And then something pleasant, discovered while researching a project involving early 19th century music:


2 scribble(s) in the margin:

Janet said...

oh, yes...a great day. Am enjoying Wolf Hall too. The best sort of historical novel.

Inkslinger said...

It is so hard to put down! I'm forcing myself to read other things just to prolong the experience, put off the moment when I turn the last page. I don't want to leave Thomas Cromwell, such a hold he has on my imagination now. :)