What does “enveloped” mean to you? It could be your post-bath toddler wrapped burrito-style in a huge fuzzy towel. How about the ever-present fog that meanders through your city? Is it the well-loved hammock you lie in devouring novels as if they were candy? Maybe it’s your favorite fluffy comforter, edges worn from love and use?
Krista asks this question for this weeks photo challenge and as often happens when I’m stuck, I let my imagination run away with me. When I need to escape or when I’m tired I let myself be enveloped in a book. It could be fiction – a novel perhaps, my ‘comfort book’ is Miss Austen’s Emma, a short story, or perhaps a poetry anthology. The shelves in my house are stacked with books on a wide variety of subjects and include some antiquarian books. Here is one of them.
It’s packed with treasure from the natural world, such as the metamorphosis of gnats, delicately sketched.
The life of a spider,
bees and wildflowers
This book has a dedication inside that reads:-
Third prize for
Cambridge House July 1879
That’s a long time to be enveloping people in its magic!