I'm always excited to have the opportunity to snap a few pictures
of the cardinals that hang around our neighbourhood. They are
one of my most favourite of birds. The males are quite vain and
like to perch themselves somewhere conspicuous such as
the top of a tree or a telephone pole or a TV antenna where
they proceed to sing their distinctive song to announce their
presence. Fortunately Mrs Cardinal is usually somewhere
close by to keep an eye on her flamboyant mate and keep
him in line.
This guy was in our birch tree and was gracious enough
to stay there long enough for me to take a few pictures.
I took a picture of my currant stitching project
this evening so you can see where it stands
at the moment. I am working on the square
in the upper right corner and have chosen to
stitch the butterfly ... after much dithering and
The blue bird on a pedestal had to be frogged
and restitched when I discovered that I'd
stitched it in the wrong spot by one square.
I was tempted to leave it but it was causing
a chain reaction train wreck with the rest of
the design that would have been too
noticeable ... and it would have bugged me
... so out it came!!
I've been sitting out in front of the house
the past few nights stitching. The
portable magnifying glass (the kind that
loops around your neck) doesn't work
so well for me any longer so I just
held my stitching frame up to my nose,
peered over my glasses and stitched ...
all whilst trying not to jab a needle
into my nose!!!
Some recent book finishes to share with you ...
beginning with the first book in the Lady
Emily series by Tasha Alexander.
From gifted new writer Tasha Alexander comes a
stunning novel of historical suspense set in Victorian
England, meticulously researched and with a twisty
plot that involves stolen antiquities, betrayal, and
murder. For Emily, accepting the proposal of
Philip, the Viscount Ashton, was an easy way to
escape her overbearing mother, who was set on a
grand society match. So when Emily's dashing
husband died on safari soon after their wedding,
she felt little grief. After all, she barely knew him.
Now, nearly two years later, she discovers that
Philip was a far different man from the one
she had married so cavalierly. His journals reveal
him to have been a gentleman scholar and antiquities
collector who, to her surprise, was deeply in love with
his wife. Emily becomes fascinated with this new
image of her dead husband and she immerses
herself in all things ancient and begins to study
Greek. Emily's intellectual pursuits and her desire
to learn more about Philip take her to the quiet
corridors of the British Museum, one of her husband's
favorite places. There, amid priceless ancient statues,
she uncovers a dark, dangerous secret involving stolen
artifacts from the Greco-Roman galleries. And to
complicate matters, she's juggling two very prominent
and wealthy suitors, one of whose intentions may go
beyond the marrying kind. As she sets out to solve
the crime, her search leads to more surprises about
Philip and causes her to question the role in Victorian
society to which she, as a woman, is relegated.
I love mysteries but don't care for the kind that
goes into gory, creepy detail. And I love when
the mystery takes place in time periods other
then modern day. Hence my love for authors
such as Tasha Alexander, Charles Todd and
Jacqueline Winspear. I have the first four
books in this series on my bookshelf and as
soon as I finished this one I picked up the
second book to read.
Lady Emily is a wonderful character who
really begins to enjoy the freedom that
being a widow allows her in the restrictive
society of Victorian England. It's quite
an eye opener to read about the confined,
suffocating lives genteel women were
relegated to during that time when
England was ruled by a formidable
woman. A paradox indeed.
Adding at the last minute: finished book
two and now into book three!! Book two
(A Poisoned Season) was even better then
Ellen Airgood and her husband own and run a diner in a small
Michigan town south of Superior. Sounds like the beginning of
a book doesn't it?? But it's true. The author and her DH run a
diner by day and whenever she has some spare time between
shifts Ellen writes. South of Superior is her first book and I quite
enjoyed it. Saw it in the book section of our grocery store as I
was browsing through their tables of new releases and liked the
synopsis of the story on the cover ... so I bought it.
When Madeline Stone walks away from Chicago
and moves five hundred miles north to the
coast of Lake Superior, in Michigan's Upper
Peninsula, she isn't prepared for how much her
life will change.
Charged with caring for an aging family friend,
Madeline finds herself in the middle of beautiful
nowhere with Gladys and Arbutus, two
octogenarian sisters-one sharp and stubborn,
the other sweeter than sunshine. As Madeline
begins to experience the ways of the small,
tight-knit town, she is drawn into the lives and
dramas of its residents.
It's a place where times are tough and debts run
deep, but friendship, community, and compassion
run deeper. As the story hurtles along-
featuring a lost child, a dashed love, a car accident,
a wedding, a fire, and a romantic reunion-Gladys,
Arbutus, and the rest of the town teach Madeline more
about life, love, and goodwill than she's learned
in a lifetime.
Had no trouble getting caught up in the story and
read this book pretty quickly. I enjoy books with quirky
characters and characters who are finding their way, their
niche in the world and someone to share their lives with.
This book has all of that in abundance. I hope that
there will be a sequel because I would like to hang out
with these characters again and find out how things work
out for them in the future.
Thanks to Goodreads for the above two book descriptions.
|We get strange birds around here!!!|
Phil couldn't figure out why one of our bird
feeders was running out of bird seed so
quickly these past few weeks. It's one of
those feeders whose perch will only allow
the smaller birds to feed. If a larger bird
lands on the perch it's weight pushes
the perch down and causes the holes where
the seed is to close. Well, that's the
Last weekend I happened to be looking
out the back door when I saw Chippy
literally running up the pole to the
feeder and helping himself to the
contents, stuffing his cheeks with seed
before scurrying back down the pole
and heading off to home with his
ill gotten booty.
Cheeky little devil!!! It would appear
that Chippy's weight is slight enough
that it doesn't cause the perch to
sag down and close the feeding holes.
Phil's going to try and adjust the
thing (again) to try and fix this.
Spent much of Sunday working on a
new Smash journal ... my craft room
looked like a Michael's exploded in
it. I'm a messy crafter. Anybody
else out there do Smash journaling??
Have a great week and thanks for