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Friday, July 24, 2020

Five Quotes, vol. xii

Second-Hand Book Market in Lucca, Italy

Today's quotes are very G.K. Chesterton-heavy. He's a very clever and quotable writer, after all. I've been reading a lot this week, taking advantage of breezy sunny weather in our newly-acquired hammock. It's almost time to start making schedules for the new school year, so I really wanted to enjoy the feeling of summer vacation. I'm happy to report I managed it this week.

"A man writes much better than he lives."

- Samuel Johnson, quoted in Footnotes: A Journey Round Britain in the Company of Great Writers by Peter Fiennes

"The important thing about France and England is not that they have Roman remains. They are Roman remains."

- A Short History of England, G.K. Chesterton

"It is sometimes valuable to have enough imagination to unlearn as well as to learn."

- A Short History of England, G.K. Chesterton

"If a man has a right to vote, has he not a right to vote wrong? If a man has a right to choose his wife, has he not a right to choose wrong? I have a right to express the opinion which I am now setting down; but I should hesitate to make the controversial claim that this proves the opinion to be right."

- A Short History of England, G.K. Chesterton

"I would maintain that thanks are the highest form of thought; and that gratitude is happiness doubled by wonder."

- A Short History of England, G.K. Chesterton

Friday, July 17, 2020

Five Quotes, vol. xi

One week ago today my laptop was stolen out of our car when we made one last stop on our way home from vacation. As a photographer I've been careful about backing up pictures twice on different external harddrives. Guess what I didn't back up at all: my documents. Guess what I lost: 7 pages of quotes from books and lots of other writing. (Cue weeping emoji)

Looking on the bright side, I will now also back up documents. I do still have 10 pages of quotes that were duplicated on one of my harddrives, so my commonplace notebook isn't completely lost. And I started recording some of my favorite quotes here 11 weeks ago, so some of my most recent favorites were saved. Let's carry on...

"I'm writing this down because I once heard that when you're getting older you're liable to forget things and I'd sure be the most miserable woman in this world if I ever forgot what happened this summer."
- Gidget, Frederick Kohner

"But one of the connecting threads of this book is an examination of what conservationists call 'shifting baseline syndrome,' the disorientating idea that as every generation passes, our understanding of what is 'normal' moves, without us even realizing it. We can no longer remember, or we have no direct experience of what it was like, to live in a different world."
- Footnotes: A Journey Round Britain in the Company of Great Writers, Peter Fiennes

"But it is the misty mornings that linger. Perhaps they get to us all in the end. And the fact is, these things really do exist--ancient water meadows, thistledown drifting in country lanes, cheery publicans, apple-choked orchards and the soft silence of village greens fading into the twilight--and even now they are here, right here, in the Isle of Purbeck."
- Footnotes: A Journey Round Britain in the Company of Great Writers, Peter Fiennes

"But when did you ever hear of a border being agreed with a smile and a friendly handshake? Someone has always lost something."
- Footnotes: A Journey Round Britain in the Company of Great Writers, Peter Fiennes (speaking about the English/Welsh border)

"My dearly loved brothers, understand this: Everyone must be quick to hear, slow to speak, and slow to anger, for man's anger does not accomplish God's righteousness."
- James 1:19-20

Tuesday, July 14, 2020

Sunset at Fécamp

K.J. drives us up the cliffside in Fécamp to watch the sunset one night, scheduled for 10:09 p.m. according to our phones. We pass a chapel, Église Notre-Dame-du-Salut. It seems like every church we visit on this trip is a tribute to "our lady" Mary. We park across the street from graceful windmills I spotted earlier in the day behind the hill. Cows are grazing beneath them, and the light is so perfect, my photography-loving heart is jumpy with excitement.

There's a viewing spot for looking out over Fécamp down the street from the car park. I especially love the tower on St. Stephen's church in the town. If a church must be called after a saint, Stephen is a good choice; I don't think I've ever seen a St. Stephen's before.

We walk along a grassy path and find a good spot for K.J. to set up a time-lapse video. The English Channel stretches out silvery blue before us, and the white cliffs on our right extend as far as our eyes can see. The breeze moves the grass gently, and the seagulls are calling.

K.J. preached Psalm 19 just the day before this, and he told us how if you could scoop up a bucketful of the sun, that one bucketful would weigh more than the earth and everything on it. I love getting to see a glimpse of our big star on this clear night. I look at my watch when it disappears below the horizon, and it is 10:10 p.m.

We walk back to our car under a violet sky, and I stop to take a picture of the cows under the windmill because I know my mom would like it.

Monday, July 13, 2020

Plage de Fécamp

If you had told me in March that I would spend 52 days within the confines of the walled garden around our cottage and Noreen's house I couldn't have imagined what that would feel like. If I had spent some time imagining, I would have thought not leaving home for 8 weeks would feel harder that it did. But it was the last few weeks of homeschooling, and I had a lot of work to do, and I found a lot of joy in Noreen's beautiful garden, watching all the spring blossoms appear and wither with new ones constantly taking their place. I loved watching the robins build their nest and hop around the ground so close to me with a fearless joie de vivre. But even with all these joys I was really happy for a change of scenery last week.

Our first views of Fécamp on Normandy's upper coast were filled with the vivid colors of sea, sky, houses, and boats. It was also a very blustery day as Winnie-the-Pooh would say. The wind made it feel chilly, but of course the kids still wanted to get their feet wet.

Maybe it was just the strong winds that day, but the waves were so much bigger than the softly lapping waves of Alabama's Gulf Coast. Waves taller than James were crashing into the shore, pulling hundreds of rocks with them as the water flowed back out to the sea. Between the wind, the waves, and the clattering of rolling rocks it was hard to hear anything else.

This view is my favorite.

In the opposite direction of the lighthouse white cliffs tower over the rocky beach. Throwing rocks in the ocean was J's favorite beach occupation.

K.J. filmed some waves crashing into the shore but had to make a run for it at one point.

It was a great start to our trip.

Friday, July 3, 2020

Five Quotes, vol. x

This week's Five Quotes image is brought to you by all the Winnie-the-Pooh I've been reading for our family read-aloud. A few years ago our family was eating at a restaurant in Ilkley, North Yorkshire, and I was looking for something simple one of my kids could enjoy. Seeing sourdough toast with butter and honey made me think of the original Disney Winnie-the-Pooh movie when Rabbit asks Pooh if he'd like condensed milk or "honeyonyourbread."

"Owl looked at him, and wondered whether to push him off the tree; but, feeling that he could always do it afterwards, he tried once more to find out what they were talking about."

- The House at Pooh Corner, A.A. Milne

"And he respects Owl, because you can't help respecting anybody who can spell TUESDAY, even if he doesn't spell it right; but spelling isn't everything. There are days when spelling Tuesday simply doesn't count."

- The House at Pooh Corner, A.A. Milne

"By the time it came to the edge of the Forest the stream had grown up, so that it was almost a river, and, being grown-up, it did not run and jump and sparkle along as it used to do when it was younger, but moved more slowly. For it knew now where it was going, and it said to itself, 'There is no hurry. We shall get there some day.' But all the little streams higher up in the Forest went this way and that, quickly, eagerly, having so much to find out before it was too late."

- The House at Pooh Corner, A.A. Milne

"When in honesty we accept the evil that is in us as part of he truth about ourselves and offer that truth up to God, we are in a mysterious way nourished. Even the truth about our shadow side sets us free (John 8:32)."

- Prayer: Finding the Heart's True Home, Richard J. Foster

"C.S. Lewis notes, "The true Christian's nostril is to be continually attentive to the inner cesspool."

- quoted in Prayer: Finding the Heart's True Home, Richard J. Foster.

Tuesday, June 30, 2020

June 2020

June has been a weird month in the middle of an already weird year. It's our first month of summer break, but with all the time we spent at home during the lockdown, life has continued to feel strange as we try to have fun and enjoy things while keeping our distance from other people. As usual, I'm grateful for the discipline of putting this post together because it helps me see that there is a pattern of summer fun forming in this upside-down time, when summer should mean more time with people, not less.

So far we've done a weekly family bike ride in a different location each week. We had a Lord of the Rings movie marathon. K.J. and I have taken several walks together, and we took a solo bike ride around Versailles last Monday. I visited the library for the first time in three months. We've had FaceTime calls with family and our first outdoor lunch guests in months. E and I have been cross-stitching, and both kids are watching every single Star Wars show Disney+ is offering. We started meeting with EIC Ternes again in the gardens near the Eiffel Tower, which means I see La Tour Eiffel at least once a week now, so life can't be all bad, right?

June 1 - a family bike ride to start the summer break