It’s Mother’s Day as I write this, so I’m staying away from Facebook’s 74 billion identical posts about Mom. (Don’t hate me. It’s not the sentiment, it’s the volume.)
And it’s Sunday here, so I’m taking the day to read and recharge (and do some work in the yard later). I find that reading widely and accidentally gets my subconscious working for later.
If this sounds at all familiar to you, and you have a favorite quote or two to share, would you leave it in the comments section for others to find? Please include the source, in case others want to read more. It can be whatever moves you, or has been important to you.
Now, that wheelbarrow isn’t going to fill itself with mulch. See you next week. But first, here’s one I found today, from Gabriel García Márquez:
“Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendia was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice.”
From “One Hundred Years of Solitude”— a novel that some argue contains the most beautiful opening sentence of all time.
See you next week.