Bold Women, Libraries, and Violets

I had a super day yesterday. The wonderful women at my church executed beautifully a skit I wrote for Bold Women Sunday. We had charge of  the entire service – our pastor was in Las Vegas. No, we are not such a difficult congregation that we drove the poor man to Sin City. His daughter, son-in-law, and grandson, Slater, live there. He went with his wife and he’ll be back next week. But the women did a grand job of demonstrating our considerable strength in showing compassion and giving aid to those near and far. Many of our own are included in that definition. Our group does amazing things like making pillowcase dresses for the Little Dresses for Africa program http://www.littledressesforafrica.org/blog/ and sponsoring one of the free dinners the church holds during the winter months. And lots more. We'll be going on retreat into the Adirondack's soon and I can't wait. I love these gals.

In the afternoon I took myself off to the library one town over, Kinderhook , where a reception was being held for the new library director. I renewed my very beat up library card, had some punch, saw a few friends and was introduced to the director, AnnaLee Giraldo – a very upbeat and eager young woman. She even had her little dachshund with her - you gotta love it. I asked her if there was any special procedure for donating a copy of my mystery to the library this coming fall. She said there was not and would I be interested in doing a reading or an event? Oh, my stars! I assured her that I would and left with a happy heart.

I stopped on the way home to buy carrot seeds for the husband who is designing a giant garden this year. He’s got his schematic (for heaven's sake!) on a clipboard and refers to it often. Boy, am I going to be a busy wifey canning and freezing at the end of summer! But he was pleased with my seed choice and we walked the rows of what’s already been planted and together hoped for rain. On my way back towards the house I saw these beauties and ran for my camera.



This year the violets are scattered in profusion – like the rainbow sprinkles on a toddler’s cupcake. They’re  in the grass, poking out from under loose stones, dancing along the tree line, and a few rose up in the gravel driveway. I love violets wherever the pop up. Their cheery little faces tell me good things are on the way.

In addition to all this there was a big fat stuffing filled chicken roasting in the oven. After dinner, while John took a little trip to the lake for some fishing, I Skyped with my granddaughter, Elaina, who lives in Washington. She's a hoot! And later in the evening I watched The Mystery of Edwin Drood on Masterpiece Theater. We even got a smattering of rain.

Now was that a good Sunday or what?