Sometimes Paul and I fall asleep reading.  One day I was perusing a book I borrowed from Amy, so I could return it, and as I drifted off, just piled my book right on top of Paul's on the nightstand.  In the morning, the sun revealed our contrast of interest:

Sometimes our books end up next to each other in eye-catching sequence; they're affected by strange- juxtaposition- magnetism.  Yes, sometimes we are on VERY different pages.

Last night we had the Myers over for dinner (almost all of them) and Violet was entertained by our bird call book for quite some time.  On the menu:

Honeybaked Ham
Caramalized roasted sweet potatoes
Corn souffle
Roasted broccoli with garlic, shallots, and parmesan

Ice cream!

It was great to have everyone over, to finally be able to return with thanks the favor of hospitality we have enjoyed so often for years and years at the Myers house on Sunday afternoons.

Ma Myers brought me a pick of the firstfruits of her garden, which was incredibly sweet:

The Myers garden always reminds me of a little bit of Garrison Keillor's "Talkin Harvest Time Blues" song, especially the Chorus:

CHORUS

Harvest time (Break out the canning jars!)

Harvest time (Man the pressure cooker!)

Harvest time (You have to take zucchini—we’re related!)

Harvest time (Now THIS is a tomato!)

In other news, I've kind of been working on this idea of a book; it's not quite solid in its form yet. This was the first book whose cover I turned completely inside out, because it was so ugly, and I forget why else.  Dear The Author of "With Forks and Hope": I'm enjoying your book very much.  For art.

And finally, if the Art of War and the Art of Homemaking weren't enough to cover the whole spectrum of the universe: