Little Women

I'm tearing through my new book (for my speed standards) and don't want it to end. When I was younger I was besotted with the 1994 film adaptation of Louisa May Alcott's Little Women. Oh, I adored The Marchs' dear little house and longed to spend my days reading books, writing stories and performing in plays with Jo. As a collector of old books it was no surprise that I grabbed a copy (along with Little Men and Jo's Boys) when I stumbled across it in the op shop, but for some silly reason it has sat on the shelf unopened. For years. And for some sweet reason I decided to change that last week.

Jo and Laurie have been my companions alongside breakfast. And on the weekend I went to the dance with Meg. It's all coming back to me now, Beth and her piano, Jo's burnt dress...and I've already bought Little Women on itunes so that when I am finished with the fragile pages of my red-covered book I will sit on the couch with a cup of tea and watch my memories. After that I'll go for the one with Elizabeth Taylor as Amy, and after that the Katharine Hepburn version, both of which are new to me. Something old and something new. It's nice to be besotted again.

Breakfast this morning was a serve of simple olive oil and maple syrup granola, with tart Greek yoghurt and half a peach. Plus roses from mum's garden and the Pickwick Portfolio.

What did you have for breakfast today?

Heidi xo
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