Kids ~ Stay awhile ~ Read a book
We now have sidewalks! We have two-hour parking spaces on Talbot Street!
Thursday, July 30, 2015
Tuesday, July 28, 2015
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all.
And sweetest in the gale is heard,
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
~ Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886) American poet
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all.
And sweetest in the gale is heard,
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
~ Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886) American poet
Monday, July 27, 2015
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| View From Bookshop Window ~ Overflow from Wrecking Yard |
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| Adjacent Business Occupying two of three Parking Spaces |
Yes, it is called "shaming" ~ we have appealed to our representatives. We will continue to make folks aware of the on-going issue of the lack of public parking in Cayuga. The county included in the official "Streetscape Plan" drawings and description of parking lots - all privately owned, privately maintained. And ~ the county collects business taxes from the very "property owners" that they identify as parking areas. We are requesting a public parking lot close to the downtown businesses. "Haldimand County Streetscape Plan" identifies the downtown as "historic" and a tourist area.
We will continue to post updates on Facebook. Downtown has lost several tourist- friendly businesses and whether the county addresses the problem of parking will determine the future of remaining businesses, including the bookshop.
[photos: lbw]
Wednesday, July 22, 2015
I opened a book and in I strode.
Now nobody can find me.
I've left my chair, my house, my road,
My town and my world behind me.
I'm wearing a cloak, I've slipped on the ring,
I've swallowed the magic potion.
I've fought with a dragon, dined with a king
And dived in a bottomless ocean.
I opened a book and made some friends.
I shared their tears and laughter
And followed their road with its bumps and bends
To the happily ever after.
~ Julia Donaldson (b. Sept. 16, 1948) English writer, 2011 - 2013 Children's Laureate.
www.juliadonaldson.co.uk [Photo from files lbw]
Tuesday, July 21, 2015
The grass so little has to do,
A sphere of simple green
With only butterflies to brood
And bees to entertain.
And stir all day to pretty tunes
The breezes fetch along
And hold the sunshine in its lap
And bow to everything.
~ Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886) ~ Poetry for Young People, Edited by Frances Schoonmaker Bolin,
Sterling Publishing Company, Inc. 1994
A sphere of simple green
With only butterflies to brood
And bees to entertain.
And stir all day to pretty tunes
The breezes fetch along
And hold the sunshine in its lap
And bow to everything.
~ Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886) ~ Poetry for Young People, Edited by Frances Schoonmaker Bolin,
Sterling Publishing Company, Inc. 1994
Monday, July 20, 2015
At the age of thirteen, he crocheted an angel for the top of his Mother's friend's Christmas tree and he has not stopped. Today he turns out grand pieces of tigers, butterflies, horses ~ nothing is too complex for Jeff at this stage. And of course, he has the twelve-hour shifts.
