A month ago we thought spring was just around the corner, my flowers started to blossom, the sun was shining, the weather was finally warmer and then April decided it was time for rain. Rain. So much rain. All the rain. And wind of course. In Athens this month, we ended up having six hours of winter and six hours of spring.
This might be a fall book tag, but it’s winter here in Athens. It’s been raining for two days straight, there are sharp winds and lots of cold. I hope, during the next week we get our fall back. Nevertheless, this is a great excuse for fluffy socks, hot beverages and kitty cuddles!
The whole summer was a dry spell for my writing and my reading but as September uncurled and I came back from vacation everything felt a little better, a little brighter. This why when I saw yesterday this tag at Adventures of a Book Reader, (which was created by Tall Tales) I thought it would be a cozy way to sneak my way back into blogging. What better way of diving into reading again than remembering what makes you love books in the first place?
Let’s talk books 🙂
As we’re sailing through the last hours of 2017, I wish you all a new year with health, kindness and creativity. Stay strong, don’t be hard on yourself and take good care of you. Tell the people you care about that you love them, let your face soak in the sunshine when it’s possible, and visit new places even if they’re in walking distance.
Let those who hurt you behind and create something new with your hands; a meal, a doodle, a hat. Make other people smile and listen to your favorite songs again and again. Buy a plant, blow up a balloon!
Offer a helping hand to those who need it and don’t be afraid to ask for one in those moments that everything seems impossible and you feel alone. Take pride for you accomplishments, you worked hard, but don’t forget to acknowledge your privilege, too, and be thankful.
Have a happy new year!
May it smell like cherry blossoms and be covered with fairy dust! ✨
Thank you for reading ?
P.S.: Black kitties for good luck!
I love the sea.
I wish I could own a house at the beach – at least at view distance- so that I can feel my heart in the right place.
The only thing good about summer is going to the sea. When I was young I would spend at least a full month at a house by the beach, I would go for a swim every morning for hours, I would swim behind a small wooden boat while me grandfather would oar unhurriedly and sing a ridiculous song about a strong man that was afraid of nothing but for his wife. I would stay in the water hours after my skin wrinkled. I would lie under the stars, the sounds of the waves and the smell of the salt lulling me to sleep every night.
Spring is already here even if it doesn’t look like it in Athens. The other day we went at the beach. It wasn’t a cold day, but it wasn’t sunny either. Kites were in the air, children laughed and ran about, and the sun above the soft waves created playful shadows behind the clouds.
I think I’m going back to the sea this weekend.