Well, Brian is gone for the week at summer camp, so I may
get some extra blogging in this week. Besides having a little extra time on my
hands (I do have a huge list of to-dos, as well as having filled my week with
friend dates, so really, not that much extra time), this past week has been a
week full of thinking- a little less sleep than I would like, but some good
quality thinking, which might make for some extra posts. Sometimes those kinds of weeks are great and sometimes they
are tough. I think I used to have the deep thinking times a lot more often.
Silence and wandering can cause deep thinking.
Anyway…sorry for that to sound a little dramatic. It’s
not…I’m happy- very happy -a little stressed as previously mentioned- but
overall, jeez louise, so freaking blessed and great.
I only mention all of that because I would imagine that my
upcoming blog posts might be a little all over the place.
Which brings me to my blog point- Flowers. I just started my new book
club book today. We are reading The Language of Flowers. My book club is
actually my mom’s book club, and I haven’t been able to make it for the last few
months, which SUPER bums me out…I love the group, and while I always read the
book, it never bothers me that we spend about 5% of the time talking about the
book…more just a catch up on everyone’s lives-they are a cool group of gals.
But we have been reading a lot of depressing books, it seems like. Which is
probably a common thing for book clubs…when you are choosing one book to read
and discuss for the month, you want it to be something deep…but it just seems
like we have had some especially tough books lately. And I don’t really want to
deal with it, to be honest….I wish we hadn’t already done Tina Fey’s book,
because that would be exactly what I would need.
Rambling, so much
rambling…ANYWAY…the current book that I just started today, I am LOVING. It has
some tougher stuff in it, but is written in a way that moves on from those things, doesn't linger or focus…the main character in the book has had this hard life and she
isn’t particularly pleasant, but she gets relief from flowers and their
meanings.
I love flowers. LOVE. I am not a girly girl. I’m not overly
romantic. Bows and pink and giggling aren’t things I need in life. But for some
reason there is something about flowers. And I don’t garden. I’ve liked the
idea and have made an effort to grow things- they always die…so I know nothing
about flowers. But it seems like they are one of those things in life that God
created just for the sake of beauty. Just to cheer us up and make us feel good.
And the idea that different flowers MEAN different things (in this book club book)
is both interesting, and so very sweet.
That's all I wanted to write about...flowers.