Yesterday was a day of April showers. Actually, it poured. But all the better to take away the last bit of stubborn snow that clings here and there in our yard. Living in the woods is great during the summer, and we are protected from the worst of the winter winds, but it also means that on Narrows Pond Road, our yard is one of the last to lose all its snow.
My friend Sybil came over for tea and chocolate chip cookies, and nobody can brighten up a gray day like Sybil. She had just returned from a trip to Chicago, where she had visited with her son and her daughter-in-law, who is a choreographer. Indeed, Sybil went to Chicago especially to see her daughter-in-law’s show, and Sybil said it was marvelous. Apparently, even the Chicago Tribune agreed, giving it a very good review.
In May, Sybil will be going to Cornwall, to visit a friend and stay (I think!) for 16 days. “I’m going to bring the Joy of Cooking so that I cook some meals while I’m there,” Sybil said. “That’s a long time to stay with someone. My friend will help me convert the measurements.”
“What a lovely time to be going to England,” I said.
“Yes, the bluebells will be in bloom.”
“Listen for the cuckoos,” I said.
“Don’t you think they sound a lot like our mourning doves?” Sybil asked.
“Maybe a little,” I said. “But it seems to me that cuckoos have a crisper call.”
“I’ll listen for them,” she promised.
From there, we moved on to discuss BBC, specifically Downton Abbey and Upstairs, Downstairs. Sybil recalled how during the 1970s, when Upstairs, Downstairs premiered, her children used to come running as soon as they heard the theme for Masterpiece Theatre. “Even my husband, Ray, eventually came to like the show,” Sybil said.
Good for Ray! Let’s just say that not all men like period pieces, and leave it at that.
From Upstairs, Downstairs, which I also loved in the ’70s, it was on to the current remake of Jane Eyre, which is playing at Railroad Square Cinema in Waterville.
“We must go see it before I go to England,” Sybil said.
“Yes,” I replied. An unsurprising note: Clif is not at all keen on seeing Jane Eyre.
All too soon, it was time for Sybil to leave. I packed some chocolate chip cookies for her. “Just give me four!” she instructed. “I have no self-control with those cookies.”
Well, my daughter Dee has said they are my specialty, and I have to admit those cookies are not too bad.
I gave Sybil five. “One for the road,” I said.
Sybil laughed. “One for the road.”