Today's bouquet, more susans, daisies, zinnias
That sounds like the cast of a southern novel.
Good time to walk to the pond, after a few days of not managing because of weather.
There were frogs leaping everywhere, and the hot, then wet, weather has brought on the invasive phragmites grass, ready to choke the waterway. See it there, advancing on the water?
And all the way home I could hear this Carolina wren shouting jerkee jerkee jerkee wheeee
There were dragonflies, mostly darners, who stay dead still, posing, right up to when I lift my phone, then outta here, so you need to take my word for them.
Today's reading is
I must say Max Daniels' readers have presented me with a variety of reading, all good. This one's a murder mystery, clean summer fun.
It's a Sydney, Oz, based narrator writing in first person about a Boston based cast of characters with an on-site adviser who becomes a character in the novel the Boston narrator character is writing on an Australian literary scholarship. With me so far? Hang in.
Real locations, main characters meet in the reading room of the famous library, hear a scream, later established as a murder happening, and they form a detection gang.
So far, so interesting. Definitely recommended as a layered work with sliding effects thrown in.
In other breaking news, I'm thinking of ditching the current Tunisian sock, which is developing into a scratchy fabric, but looking for other yarn to keep on with the concept.
It has to be easy care, for the recipients, so I may steal back some yarn from the weighted warp experiment, and substitute other yarn.
The weighted warp is still going to happen. I can't let Penelope down. Or the Scandinavian women who wove the linen sails for Viking ships this way.
Thus enabling the men to invade my ancestral land, rape and pillage and generally act like really bad visitors, but nevermind.
Happy day everyone, live now not thousands of years ago.
