My Grandmother and Hal Borland
My grandmother was a reader. I often saw a book by her favorite living room chair and on her bedside table.
My grandmother was a reader. I often saw a book by her favorite living room chair and on her bedside table.
The Liberty Bookshop in Avis, Pennsylvania, is an Air BnB piece of heaven for any bibliophile. Linda Roller, journalist and bookstore owner, is a fantastic host to this amazing place. We returned to The Liberty Bookshop this past weekend for another wonderful visit.
Nights begin well. I fall asleep to a favorite audible book, usually tucked in by a dog and a purring cat. I move into sweet dreams. But, sometime after midnight, I wake up. Sometimes, the dog paws frantically to be let into the kitchen for a drink. Other times, it’s a sound or a dream. It’s puzzling magic.
Back in bed, the dog settles in again, groaning happily and putting his head on my legs. The cat snuggles into a warm, purring puddle of fur on the pillow next to me. And I try to sleep. But I can’t.
I have always been fascinated with herbs since childhood. I can blame it on my parents because instead of taking my siblings and me to amusement parks, we always ended up at museums or historical areas. I was entranced with life in earlier times, especially learning how people used herbs in the 18th and 19th centuries.
I am feeling frayed at the seams with grief over senseless death. We lost a young family friend who was only 28 years old yesterday. She was severely autistic. Her language was minimal, but she had the gift of bringing joy to everyone she met. Perhaps, it was her innocence, her special smile, or her…