books, books, and more books . . .

 

A few months ago, I found this great word and jotted it down to remember it. I am guilty of buying books that never seem to get read, though I had every intention of doing so when it was purchased.

This old oak bookshelf holds only a very few of our books. Many of these I have read (there’s a lot of Tolkien in there, plus some Cathy Johnson naturalist books) but many I have not. Most books are on the floor-to-wall shelves in my studio.

Bill built this shelf when he was in high school; his mother had it for many years and we latched on to it later on. He learned to love building with wood early in life from a grandfather and never lost it.