Angie made me scrumptious blueberry muffins for breakfast.
The turning of leaves implies change; seasons change as summer's green glory gives way to autumn's crisp crimson and golden hues. The leaves of a book tell of adventures and trails conquered. And, as one chapter ends, another opens - beautiful, clean, new - blank to be written upon. For me, that is now. I am Turning Leaves.
My grandma took an unprecedented trip to Utah to visit with us girls (my family and my aunt Shirley)! We had a fantastic, memorable trip. We spent 2 days in Cedar City at the Shakespearean Festival. I love the pomp and energy surrounding festivals of all kinds (cultural, historical, achievement, hobby, etc); to me they celebrate life! The first production we say was Gilbert&Sullivan's H.M.S Pinafore (ironically not Shakespeare). I initially wasn't looking forward to seeing a cheery, cheesy production, as I imagined H.M.S. Pinafore to be, but, as is almost always the case with unfounded prejudices, I was proven wrong. It was excellent: the cast was phenominal, the music was excellent, & the storyline proved cute and coy. Shakespeare was kind enough to pose with us in this picture, just after we finished watching the production. I suppose he enjoyed it, too!
Hamlet was performed in an outdoor replica of Shakespeare's Globe Theater (the London version can be seen in my April archives). It was fantastic to experience a brief (if shallow) peek into Shakespeare, the Elizabethean era, and such. The actor who played Hamlet executed his role with such clarity. He powerfully elucidated my understanding of the entire play; I could actually follow the storyline, delve a bit into its content and let it have a personal impact, etc.
This is our beloved bed and breakfast--recipient of much sweat, toil, and love!