Ozark Oddments: On the edge...

Sunday, June 14, 2009

On the edge...

The Book Lady and her spouse invited this blogging woman and her spouse for dinner. It is one of those fortunate situations where the two women like each other, the two men seem to like each other and are companionable, and even better, the men and the women get along.

We saw some amazing things at their house. Amazing Native American artifacts. An amazing display of aerial acrobatics by at the hummingbirds they feed. A lot of hummingbirds, certainly more than I have ever seen at one time. Book Lady says there are at least 50. I believe her.

And a very amazing book. They have several of these rather special books in their private collection. There is more to certain old books than just the cover. When held the normal way...

these books look just like an ordinary book. But, when held “just so...” some amazing happens....

Magic....

And remarkably enough, the book with this marvelous edge-painting was the Robert Louis Stevenson book A Child’s Garden of Verses that I wrote about last month...

4 comments:

Tami Weingartner said...: Well I just never; 9:51 AM
Lil Sis said...: That is really cool.; 3:49 PM
Wanda..... said...: Found my way here from The Weaver of Grass...wihed I owned the interesting book...but I do have wrens that build their nests almost anywhere...as in your umbrella.
I look forward to reading your older posts...Wanda; 8:40 PM
Wanda..... said...: Thank you Leilani for your visit...I mostly follow people I have something in common with or maybe can learn from...You are welcome to visit anytime...I would like to follow if that is ok!; 7:04 PM

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Thoughts to ponder

Most of us go through life so absorbed in the cocoon of ourselves that we rarely stop to consider the other. Of course, we think that we do; indeed, we may pride ourselves on our capacity for empathy; we may be considerate and thoughtful in our dealings with others, but how often do we stand before them. so to speak, and experience what it is to be them?--Domenica Macdonald

The Unbearable Lightness of Scones, by Alexander McCall
Smith

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Living is like tearing through a museum. Not until later do you really start absorbing what you saw, thinking about it, looking it up in a book, and remembering -- because you can't take it in all at once. --Audrey Hepburn

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I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all, I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.--Agatha Christie

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Life can be wildly tragic at times, and I've had my share. But whatever happens to you, you have to keep a slightly comic attitude. In the final analysis, you have got not to forget to laugh.--Katharine Hepburn

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One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture, and, if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words.”
― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Wilhelm Meister's Apprenticeship

"Two people... told me that the word "Christian" would turn people off. I wouldn't mind if to be a Christian were accepted as being the dangerous thing which it is. I wouldn't mind if, when a group of Christians meet for bread and wine, we might well be interrupted and jailed for subversive activities. I wouldn't mind if, once again, we were being thrown to the lions. I do mind, desperately, that the word "Christian" means for so many people smugness, and piosity, and holier-than-thoughness. Who, today, can recognize a Christian because of "how those Christians love one another"?--Madeline L'Engle, "A Circle of Quiet"