I was at a loss about what to write about today. But inspiration was close at hand - my eye fell upon the boxes of books taken down from the bookshelves, in preparation for the painters visit on Monday.
A love of books, passed down from mother to daughter. A love of books, shared between husband and wife.
So many books. So many memories, filling me up, as I dip in again for a moment and place them in their temporary homes.
A few beloved ones that were close at hand ...