***Found this post in a pile of old drafts from before my arms went numb- Late August, looks like. Hope you like.
He was on PBS tonight, and that’s why you’re reading this post instead of the other I was typing about Jane Austen. (You’re welcome.) Because how do you not stop and listen to that voice? To that guitar?
It wasn’t long before I was longing for mountains, and the smell of rain. It’s been a long time since I’ve had trout cooked over a campfire. I love these pictures of my mom camping. She sure loved her some James Taylor, too. Mmmm hmmm
I remember my mind offering up all things Taylor for background music while I read Wallace Stegner’s Crossing to Safety. (What?! Doesn’t your mind play music for you while you read?) I loved it, relished it, found it entirely inspiring- the book, that is. And because I’m weird like that, and I can’t help but remember how refreshing that book was for me as I sit listening to good ole’ James, you get to read about how I thought Stegner captured the very essence of friendship, and about the pull my heart always feels to be outside.
And maybe you’ll be so lucky to read Crossing to Safety this fall- or to be somewhere out in the wide open among fresh air and good friends. All because James Taylor was on PBS tonight.
p.s. Is it really only 100 degrees outside? I almost got cooked on my back porch today. Come on, fall…
p.p.s. Sam and I found this little treasure by Michelle Slawson on our library’s shelves. I can feel the crisp fall air as I turn the pages. I can’t wait to see my breath in the air again!