Bibliomom recently left me a comment that was essentially a challenge of “you show me yours and I’ll show you mine.”
So, here’s mine:
It’s one of many I’ve collected over the years. Here is an inside view:
The pen likes to ham it up and insisted on being included in the photo.
Some of you may be wondering what this is all about. Amuirin asked me where I get my quotes. I replied that I keep a journal of quotes, writing things in whenever I come across something that I like and/or might like to read again or refer to later. Bibliomom commented that she has a quote journal too, and said she’d show me hers if I’d show her mine.
Don’t you feel as though you just circled back to the beginning of this post?
The journal pictured is one of several. I’ve been keeping this sort of journal for quite a few years and have managed to fill up a few books. Sometimes I paste in photos or things I’ve torn out of a magazine or newspaper, but mostly I copy in quotes from books or a variety of other sources.
I also keep a personal (handwritten) journal, but I don’t have a collection of them because I’ve been known to burn them as a way of transitioning from one year to the next. There are some years I’d prefer to forget. Burning the journals doesn’t make me forget, but it is cathartic. All that bad energy turned to smoke and ash.
I didn’t have the time or a good place to artistically or prettily arrange the journal photos this morning. I’ve been so busy with my other masterpieces:
Pickling peppers. Lots and lots and lots of peppers.
With all the pickling, canning, and freezing going on around here, the rest of the house is a royal mess. Finding a dust-free, clutter-free surface wasn’t easy. The ottoman in the living room volunteered. And even that could use a quick vacuuming to rid it of the little kitten hairs.
I’m going to try to remedy the messy house situation today. M and I will be going to the market again tomorrow and that may mean another few days (or week) of food preservation. I figure I should grab hold of this opportunity to clean house while I can.
Not that I’m terribly worried about it. The harvest will be over soon, and winter will make its way here. There will be plenty of time to clean, organize, and rearrange in the coming months.
Still, I would like to give it a good Autumn cleaning before we close up the house to protect ourselves from the cold. We may be having summer-like weather this week, but I’m not going to let that fool me. I know the ways of northeast Ohio. Once we enter the month of October, snow could arrive any day.
I’ll leave you with this morning’s view of the pond:
(This just reminds me of more work: See those weeds growing around the edges? I’ll be out there later today with a huge rake, pulling them out of the water. We’ve found it’s more effective if we pull them by hand — or by rake — than spraying them. It’s hard work, too. Builds muscle. And character, so I’m told.)
This is lovely. and btw, your penmanship is beautiful, too.
Thank you, Amazonratz. 🙂 I have to give the nuns credit for the penmanship. My first three years of school were in a Catholic school. They made us practice our penmanship a lot.
you survived catholic school penmanship?
no wonder you don’t fade easily and have problems being put under.
i can’t get numb, among other things, like aspirin has no effect on me so i haven’t taken any in years, i know why too, oh how i remember those nuns.
funny thing is i coasted the next four years publicly after what i got in my first eight, breezed would be another word to describe my highschool experience from ‘private’ school
if you happen to celebrate christmas or buying a christmas tree just because, or better yet find yourself doing autumn yard work, be sure to keep all branches, limbs, and tree cutting remains. load them in the boat and take them to the middle of the pond and dump them in, add weight if needed (cement blocks with the openings, or a bag of cement and containers, or get a big enough of a pile roped together to make little beaver-like dams, or fallen brush, in the first couple feet of water
you can find me after the holiday season driving around neighborhoods picking up trees left out to be picked up and disposed of, funny thing is no matter what neighborhood i choose to go in, i can never make it down one street without filling up the two truck beds, kinda neat to see all the different trees that stood in peoples homes and to think what the trees must know and witnessed during its stay, there is something about the process that i like, more so than the fish they will eventually home
think of it is having the chance to be an actual ‘good’ landlord, with the pond
those nuns would be proud now, i always think about how i hope they know
I love the color that is peeking out in the trees on the other side of the pond and the reflection of the same.
You can add – journal keeping and canning to ‘the list’
the penmanship is beyond super scary. You sure you don’t have a machine doing that? 🙂
The pond is beautiful
I was gonna say, but it’s been said several times over that you have beautiful handwriting.
I’m glad you don’t spray. That’s a funny thing to say, I guess, but it just kinda jives with how I see you, that you’d rather pull the weeds manually than put chemicals on the beautiful scenery.
I’m almost ashamed to post mine now.
Fish: We already have a few Christmas trees in the pond. The fish love ’em.
Truddle: That list just keeps growing. 🙂
Ron: This has to be the first time someone called my handwriting “beyond super scary.” LOL! Nope, it’s not a machine. But it is digital. Feel free to groan at that awful joke.
Amuirin: It’s good when things jive. 🙂
Bibliomom: No backing out! Besides, what’s to be ashamed of? If you want, I’ll pull out some of my old composition books. I actually like those better than the fancier journals.
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It’s there. Ugh, wordpress editing has whipped my wordy butt today.
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What a beautiful book! I’ve always loved your handwriting. It’s as if the book deserves beautful handwriting. Good thing it’s your book and not mine, lol!
I used to keep a journal like that too – full of quotes
now I have a quote word document on my computer
wanna know why?
cos my handwriting is not as nice as yours 🙂
Thanks, EN and Kel.
I’m betting it’s a lot easier to keep your quotes on the computer, Kel. Some days it takes me a long time to find what I want.
Your comment about your handwritten journals turning to smoke and ash reminded me of a song and since you love quotes so much (as do I) I thought I’d pass it along. You’ve probably already discovered it but just in case, listen to/look up the lyrics for “Smoke” by Ben Folds Five. It’s a beautiful song.
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Robin, you’ve just answered a question that I’ve been waiting for the right time to ask you…”Where do you find your quotes?” I love quotes and always read the new ones you leave on the Bogs site, and also here, posted often with your gorgeous photos.
I store my favourite quotes on the computer, but I like your idea better.
Okay, I’ve got to say it ~ Love your Handwriting! 😀
Thank you, Joanne. 🙂
I think storing quotes on the computer is a great idea. It would be easier to organize them that way, I should think.