The Grass Harp and Other Lonely Books
It's been about nine months since we added our own Little Free Library to the mosquito fleet of literary largesse that speckles the neighborhood. I was particularly proud of the solar-powered lighting system that would make late-night book browsing an option for the cultured dog-walker out for an evening perambulatory peruse, and also of the little surrealist diorama I nestled amongst the books (pictured at right.) Part of the fun has been curating the collection: we have boxes of books we've…