Mood reading

Pansy petals are flapping in the cold wind. It’s almost noon and it’s still too frigid for me to work in the garden.  So I’m listening to Fleetwood Mac and writing instead. I don’t know about you, but I go through periods where I crave a certain feel in the fiction I consume. Sometimes I need … Continue reading Mood reading

Ramble on

Finally, fall. The weather hasn’t caught up to the calendar yet — the sweat dripping down my back when I walked the garden this morning told me it is summer not autumn — but the equinox was yesterday, a hot wind is blowing, and leaves have started falling from trees. There’s no break from the … Continue reading Ramble on