On My Reading List

#36- Nature- ‘On Animals’ by Susan Orlean, 2021.

“We went to the farm one last time to clear it out for the new owners. It was a hard goodbye. I’d always dreamed that someday I would have animals all around me, in the house, in the yard, watching me in the garden, dotting the landscape, crowing in the morning, lowing in the moonlight, barking at the wind, and I had had that there. I had reveled in the animals’ friendship and their strangeness; the way they are so obvious and still mysterious; their colors and textures, their fur and feathers; the sounds and smells of their presence. I liked the way their needs set the rhythm of every day, and how caring for them felt elemental and essential. Living among them, as I had on the farm, was just as satisfying as I imagined it would be.

When the house was emptied, I took one last walk around. As I made my way through the trees and across the fields and down to where the coop had been, I collected a few things that could remind me of the farm forever and perhaps betoken some place in my future that would feel the way it had: a piece of quartz, a pine cone, a knob of moss, and one perfect chicken feather.”

Note- My husband and I have recently sold our own farm and are in the midst of packing up our belongings. Our emotions are raw. The hardest thing for me was knowing my donkeys were not taking the journey with us and the new owners had no interest in them. I called every person I knew and didn’t know until I found some compassionate people to adopt them. The donkeys are still here until the trailer and its driver come. I picture it in my mind how painful that day will be. How frightened they will be in the confinements of the trailer. And how I will cry watching them depart.

(Photos- Martha Browne)

On My Reading List

#35- Interior Design-‘The Maine House’ by Maura McEvoy & Basha Burwell, 2021.

“Here are houses created by the people who live in them, distinctive for their ingenuity, originality, and fierce individuality. Here are spaces that personify the artists whose work is made better through struggle, a Mainer’s point of pride. Here are cottages resolutely unchanged- where to silence a slamming screen door would be to strip the place of its soul. Here are warped floorboards and lovingly worn camp sofas sat on by generations of the same family. Here are homes where a life well lived is defined by spirit, creativity, and longevity. Here is a kind of visual wealth that money can’t buy. Here is The Maine House.”

An old cotton sail cloth hangs from the ceiling.

(Photo- Maura McEvoy)

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On My Reading List

#34- Interior Design- ‘Every Room Should Sing’ by Beata Heuman, 2021.

“Working out your style is never straightforward. We are bombarded with images of how the ideal home should look. You are given the top ten interior trends to follow, only for them to change a few months later, leaving you sitting in your newly renovated Memphis-style kitchen…feeling not quite right. Interior design has long been an aspirational field, and it is easy to become preoccupied with trying to copy the perfect look. But the truth is that if you try to completely imitate another person’s style, you will always fall slightly short…

…There’s a lot of joy in expressing one’s individuality. It is freeing. It can be exhilarating. It can also be pretty irresistible when you see the unabashed, true character of another individual. It may be very different from yours, but it is all the more alluring for it. Therein lies the secret of any work of art that touches me, books that make me think, rooms that linger in my mind and people whose spirit intrigues me.”

On My Reading List

#33- Biography. ‘Dutch Girl: Audrey Hepburn and World War ll‘ by Robert Matzen, 2019.

” But the war was chasing Audrey. The war had been tailing her for the past forty-seven years, a relentless pursuer. She gave energy for eating too much and too little because of the war. She gave energy to keeping the secrets of her mother. She had started smoking to celebrate war’s end and never stopped. Above all, she felt it was her duty to walk with children who today faced what she had once faced when cruel warmongers had decided the fate of innocents. The war was catching up now and the long, black shadow of its hand reached out. ‘I’m running out of gas,’ she said. And there was still so much to do.”