After shoveling the heavy piles of snow that the plows left behind our cars and in front of the mailbox, I shoveled a path to our Little Free Library.
I remembered how last year I didn’t shovel a path and it was inaccessible for a good part of the winter. I didn’t want that to happen again this year.
There are lots of books in our Little Free Library that Jon and I didn’t put there, so I know it’s being well used. There’s still a copy of Alice Munroe’s Family Furnishings, that I put there a while ago. I hope someone who likes short stories will find it, it’s one of my favorites.
Maybe I should put a little post-it on it saying “Terrific book!” Like Charlotte did for Wilbur.
Love Alice Munro . . . little happens in her stories but everything does.
Yes Laurie, exactly! I love stores where “nothing happens” like that.