“March came in that winter like the meekest and mildest of lambs, bringing days that were crisp and golden and tingling, each followed by a frosty pink twilight which gradually lost itself in an elfland of moonshine.” – L.M. Mongomery, Anne of The Island
Happy Friday. As promised, I have an update on Binscarth Library news. Team Library is vacillating over whether to host an afternoon tea and crumpets card game, or a Book Club, in the delightfully cozy sitting room of the Binscarth Library. As poetic as this writer is trying to be, you and I both know that The Small Town Library of Binscarth is frugal as all get out when it comes to space. And so it is that the fun to be had over tea and crumpets and/or cards and books will be across the street at Binscarth Drop-In Centre. Please look for signage around town and on social media for the particulars. No matter what, old friendships will be rekindled, and new friendships forged, in the spirit of community and connection.
The Library Ladies/Team Library are also working together to expand children’s understanding of the world through reading aloud to children at Waywayseecappo and Gambler First Nations.
“It was one of those days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light and winter in the shade.” – Charles Dickens, Great Expectations
March 2nd, 1904, Dr. Seuss is born. Theodore Seuss Geisel, better known as Dr. Seuss, was the author of children’s classics, including The Cat in the Hat.
March 11th, 1818, Mary Shelly, author of Frankenstein, is born.
March 19th is International Read to Me Day: Reading books aloud to children stimulates their imagination and expands their understanding of the world.
March 21st is World Poetry Day: UNESCO’s initiative to promote the reading, writing, publishing, and teaching of poetry.
March 31st, 1836: The first part of the Pickwick Papers. Charles Dickens’ first novel was published in 19 installments, highly contributing to the success of serialized fiction.
“Just a little Green
Like the colour when the spring is born
There’ll be crocuses to bring to school tomorrow
Just a little Green
Like the nights when the Northern lights perform
There’ll be icicles and birthday clothes
And sometimes there’ll be sorrow”—Joni Mitchell
“There is no pedantry in his manner; but all he does appears to spring solely from the interest he instinctively takes in the welfare of those who surround him. He is often overcome by gloom, and then he sits by himself, and tries to overcome all that is sullen or unsocial in his humour. These paroxysms pass from him like a cloud from before the sun. Though his dejection never leaves him.” Frankenstein