a trio

There has been little time for reading in the past month, tho' even as I typed those words I realized that is is not quite true (and what a dreadful reality it would be to truly have no time to read!).

My life has been so full and demanding that those hours without responsibilities were filled with sleep or movies. There was one book (chosen for its very undemanding-ness) which also meant there was nothing in it to share here.

But the past few nights, I have treated myself to a little bit of reading from the charming essays in Abbie Graham's _Vain Pomp and Glory_ 1927. Abbie Graham's books are some of my most favorite books in the world. Someday (in a project I am beginning work on) I will share her writings on a regular basis, but tonight I just want to jot down three lovely and satisfying words:


forsythia



sparrow



farthing



...I was still glowing from the beauty of "forsythia" on page 48 when I read "sparrow" on page 49 (a word that has always beguiled me), quickly followed on page 50 with "farthing" (quickly climbing the charts).

And on page 56, a whole passage I must copy out here:

"A home-going sense pervaded the dusk. All the traffic was homeward-bound, flashing red tail-lights of departure. I could but envy the automobiles as they went, for even the meanest of these sent forth a joyous signal that the day was ended and evening was at hand. Yet I stood in the greyness of the twilight a dull figure, hardly distinguishable from the drab pavement. Was there no way by which home-going pedestrians might grow luminous, haloed with joy, radiating the tidings that they, too, were going home, that in some small corner of the apartmented air candle-lighted dinner tables awaited them, and books, and good company? Must we leave this glowing expression to taxis, trucks and limousines?" -AG

Do you have your own trios to share, I hope?