But our wind chimes? They are bigger and better than ever.
They are Big.
And they are Bold.
And they are, of course, as always, inappropriate.
Everybody doesn't love wind chimes. But me? Oh, I do.
I love their music, I love that the one Mumsie "gave" us is specifically tuned to sound like Gregorian chants, I love that they remind me of being on the road, I love waking up to the tinging pipes, I love that they're prognosticators of the weather, I love how they look, I love sitting on my front porch with Mistah and trying to remember where each one came from, I love that we can drown out the 46 barking dogs in the 'hood with their sound, I love that I restrung a few of them this early spring, I love Windchime Scott, I love the Florida Keys......
Once upon a glass or twelve of wine, Jacquie and Beth and Ellie got to talking. We decided that we were all enormously smart and clever and hilarious, and that it would be a crime not to share our unique talents with the world. We decided to start a blog together.
We needed a name, so Jacquie asked Beth: “What should we call a blog about meand you and Ellie?” And the rest, as they say, is history. We are having a blast writing this thing, and if there was any trepidation that we were only smart and clever and hilarious that night because of all the wine, our words here thus far have succinctly affirmed our mutual self-admiration.
What are you reading?
Ellie - Middlemarch, George Eliot. Finally
Jacquie - The Nightingale, Kristen Hannah
Beth - Perfection: A Memoir of Betrayal and Renewal by Julie Metz