Our recent weather may not be all that fantastic, but it’s led me back to one of my very favorite books.
Simply put: I love Vivian Swift’s When Wanderers Cease to Roam: A Traveler’s Journal of Staying Put. My sister gave it to me as a gift a couple of Christmases ago and while other books come and go, this one never leaves the nightstand. Swift’s world is one you want to visit again and again.
After “twenty-three addresses in twenty years,” Swift finally decided to stop traveling the world and settle down. She discovered home can actually be a most remarkable place. She shares a year of her life with short journal entries punctuated with lovely watercolor illustrations of the tea cups she’s gathered, the mittens she’s found and the secret gardens she’s uncovered in her very own town. She paints a picture of a life full of the simple things from the green of the grass to the sparkle of the stars. It is beautiful and simple and sweet.
These days, though, I’ve been thinking of one of her funnier entries: a hilarious assessment of the different varieties of mud.
I couldn’t help but be reminded of it as I squished my way to through something I guess was somewhere between “gloppy mud” and “ooze” on the way to my car yesterday. The only sad thing is that the entry is for March!
Oh well. Like I’ve said before, it’s been a great excuse to unearth my bright-colored boots!
Check out this book if you have a chance. It’s highly swoonable!