One of my favorite books when I was growing up was Elizabeth Enright’s The Saturdays. If you haven’t read it yet, you simply must. MUST. It’s the first in a four-book “quartet” about the Melendy family, and in this one, the four siblings (who live in New York) battle weekend boredom by pooling their allowances so that each Saturday, one of them can have an adventure. Lots of surprises and much hilarity ensues…
Since moving back to New England, my husband and I have started our own Saturday adventure club. We’ve had fun checking out new breakfast spots (we’re big fans of diners), visiting historic sites and museums, and exploring nooks and crannies in and around Boston that we didn’t have a chance to explore last time we lived here (*cough* twenty-five years ago *cough*). Often a hike is involved, and the day almost always ends with ice cream (we’re big fans of ice cream, too — especially if it’s homemade or from a farmstand). We’re enjoying this new tradition immensely, and I’ll look forward to sharing tales of some of our adventures in the future!
Today, though, it’s time for a Story Starter. I’m picking a photo from last weekend’s adventure for this week’s inspiration. Isn’t this a gorgeous gate?
For this month’s story starter, tell us about this gate. Is it keeping someone in, or someone or something out? Where is the gate? Is it at a castle, perhaps, or an elegant country home, or just a simple cottage that belongs to an expert blacksmith, or someplace else entirely? Who is looking through this gate? What is he or she looking at? Are they happy or sad? There are endless possibilities — you decide, you set the scene, you tell us a story.
Ready, set, WRITE!
For those of you who haven’t participated before, Saturday Story Starter is purely for fun, just a way to exercise those writing muscles (think of it as Heather’s Literary Gym). There are no prizes, only the simple joy of putting words on paper (well, OK, on the computer screen). Also, I won’t be offering critiques, just brief words of encouragement, but I will read all your entries, that I can promise! (And if you’d like to read some of the earlier stories that have been shared, click here and click here and click here and click here and click here and here and click here and here and click here and here and here and here and here and here and here and here and here and here and here to browse to your heart’s content…)
It’s been a while, hasn’t it? Summer sped by in a blur, and here it is September, and the beginning of my favorite time of year. I love fall. I love the way the air feels, when there’s that tiny bit of a chill at night letting you know autumn is on the way. I love the sound of crickets, and the first yellow school bus sighting, and the sidewalks and stores crowded with excited kids carrying new backpacks bristling with new school supplies. I love knowing it’s almost time to go apple picking, and drink cocoa, and go hiking in hills and forests dressed in their bright autumn finery, and pull out sweaters and boots that have been languishing in the back of my closet, waiting for cooler days.
Speaking of cooler days, one of you sent me the most AMAZING present that will not only come in handy this winter, and will also have a special place in my heart forever.
It’s a mother-daughter book club scarf!
Emma, it’s absolutely GORGEOUS and I absolutely ADORE it! I hope you all can see how awesome this is — try clicking on the picture and see if it expands. Emma carefully chose yarn colors to match each of the first six books — there are shades of pink for The Mother-Daughter Book Club, blues and greens for Much Ado About Anne, lavenders and blues and yellows for Dear Pen Pal, peachy pinks for Pies & Prejudice, red white and green (of course) for Home for the Holidays, and blue and white and red for Wish You Were Eyre.
Emma is from Canada, and she’s off to university this fall. She wrote me a letter to go along with the scarf, a letter that made me cry (happy tears), telling me about how she discovered the series when she was 11, and grew up with my fictional book club girls. “Thank you for giving me friends for a lifetime,” she said in part.
Thank you, Emma, for being such an amazing friend, and for your incredibly thoughtful gift. I will treasure it!
(P.S. I hope you have a BLAST at university!)