I woke and noted it had rained in the night. The temperature climbed to 41 degrees, but by 10:30 it dropped to 37 and was snowing. At noon the sun was out, and by 3:30 it was raining again. It turned to snow at 4pm and back to sunshine at 5. Gratefully no hail fell. I know why they call it ‘Mother’ Nature. Some women are similarly fickle when they try to pick out the perfect outfit for a special date, littering the floor with cast-offs as they frantically search for the perfect one.
This morning the sun is shining and the bird bath is frozen over. Tornadoes ripped through parts of the country. My heart goes out to those affected. If you ever wonder how you can help – think of the Red Cross. They swing into action for every emergency. Of course they need volunteers, but they also need money. That is the most effective gift you can give for them to be prepared and swift in responding.
My daughter pointed out to me the sale of the Tattered Cover bookstores in Denver. It isn’t closing, thank goodness, but it is changing hands. There was a catch in my throat at first, just as when they moved from their original Cherry Creek location, the one so dear to my heart. All during the years I raised my kids, each summer we took one special day, drove to Denver and went to the Tattered Cover. We often did something else too, like the Botanical Gardens, and where we went first depended on the weather. We saved the hottest part of the day for the air-conditioned bookstore.
It was a magical day for me, and a fond memory for both my girls too. They got to buy all the books they wanted in their favorite genre, and I always came home with new gardening books. I will never forget the wide wooden staircase, the restaurant when it opened up on the fourth floor, the Bargain section where I always found a few mysteries to while away the hots days of summer, and spending time with my girls. Good luck to the new owners. The Tattered Cover will always be special in my heart and memories.