I was sitting on the porch, enjoying an espresso and cookie treat and reading about some obscure rules of French grammar ...
... when the Fed Ex truck pulled up and the photo book I had made for Snowdrop arrived. Blurb, the company I use for all the photo books I make (well, that's all of three so far) is so exquisite that the finished product truly does look (and smell!) like something from a classy book shop, almost regardless of what's inside (though it does help that it's about Paris and a little girl moving through her ten days there).
I did make an error with the cover: the photo there is not centered and it bothers the heck out of me. That and the one missing punctuation mark inside! Never mind. This book shall be for Snowdrop to play with. I'll order another corrected version to keep on a higher bookshelf.
Honestly, this delivery is just about the most important story to this day. Yes, the weather outside is glorious, yes, it beckons, but as it's Friday, I devote the morning to meal planning and grocery shopping and after -- well, there is that time on the porch when the book arrived, but you already know about that.
But I don't want to neglect the loveliness of the garden and so let me include the sunrise walk to the coop.
(We're on a flight path for planes coming in from the west. This means that every hour or two you can look up and wave to the passengers coming to Madison. Welcome home! Or, if you're from elsewhere -- I hope your visit allows you to taste this city's unique beauty!)
(Perhaps the prettiest aspect to a sunrise is when I catch it in places where the early light pokes through unexpectedly.)
Now, about today's flowers. There are the ever gorgeous yellows, so well matched to the farmhouse:
Too much yellow? Roll out the pink then! A new batch of peonies, ready to explode.
Ah, there's our porch table. Looking in from the western flower bed.
Too, I want to acknowledge the beautiful breakfast we had today (it's beautiful because of what's just beyond the screen porch and because the person sharing the meal with me is kind enough to do this every day, even when, as today, he is in a rush to get going).
And that's it! I end the post with breakfast. How about that!
... when the Fed Ex truck pulled up and the photo book I had made for Snowdrop arrived. Blurb, the company I use for all the photo books I make (well, that's all of three so far) is so exquisite that the finished product truly does look (and smell!) like something from a classy book shop, almost regardless of what's inside (though it does help that it's about Paris and a little girl moving through her ten days there).
I did make an error with the cover: the photo there is not centered and it bothers the heck out of me. That and the one missing punctuation mark inside! Never mind. This book shall be for Snowdrop to play with. I'll order another corrected version to keep on a higher bookshelf.
Honestly, this delivery is just about the most important story to this day. Yes, the weather outside is glorious, yes, it beckons, but as it's Friday, I devote the morning to meal planning and grocery shopping and after -- well, there is that time on the porch when the book arrived, but you already know about that.
But I don't want to neglect the loveliness of the garden and so let me include the sunrise walk to the coop.
(We're on a flight path for planes coming in from the west. This means that every hour or two you can look up and wave to the passengers coming to Madison. Welcome home! Or, if you're from elsewhere -- I hope your visit allows you to taste this city's unique beauty!)
(Perhaps the prettiest aspect to a sunrise is when I catch it in places where the early light pokes through unexpectedly.)
Now, about today's flowers. There are the ever gorgeous yellows, so well matched to the farmhouse:
Too much yellow? Roll out the pink then! A new batch of peonies, ready to explode.
Ah, there's our porch table. Looking in from the western flower bed.
Too, I want to acknowledge the beautiful breakfast we had today (it's beautiful because of what's just beyond the screen porch and because the person sharing the meal with me is kind enough to do this every day, even when, as today, he is in a rush to get going).
And that's it! I end the post with breakfast. How about that!
We've been making yearbooks with Blurb for about seven or eight years now. It's our Christmas gift for all our family and closest friends. We often find, though, that several pictures per book are entirely too dark -- all the details disappear. But that aside, I love having that physical reminder of why I take pictures. Snowdrop will surely love it, now and forever.
ReplyDeleteYour photobook looks amazing... I was picturing an old-style photo album! Great that you've made this for Snowdrop and for her parents as well... what memories.
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