I don't know about you but I have "just the right time" with some (re) readings of Nora Roberts' Books.
At this time of the year - I find myself tired of people (hence wanting to move to the country; to that almost off-the-grid country), wishful of Summer days (while enjoying these first hints of Spring), craving gardening like crazy (but in that creator-like role) - I see myself pulled for "Night Moves". And Dream...
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If she stood very still, if she closed her eyes and didn’t move, she could hear the music all around her. Not birdsong but the ruffle of air through branches and tiny leaves. If she concentrated, she could hear the faint trickle of the narrow creek that ran along the other side of the lane. The quality of silence was rich, flowing over her like a symphony.
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There was just enough breeze to carry a hint of spring to her. Far back in the woods a bird she couldn’t see sang out as though it would never stop.
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Louella ran a hand over the front of her purse as if she were wiping something away. “I used to have a rock garden. Sweet William and azure Adams. There was wisteria beneath my bedroom window, and roses, red roses, climbing on a trellis.”
Night Moves
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