Moody Monday: Weepy

Moody Monday: Weepy"Tear of the Green Giant"

My Sunday Lit.

I just finished up to the end "Prodigal Summer" by Barbara Kingsolver. I am saying that because I had not been able to do so the first time. I had been in need of a different kind of read at the time. Sometimes it is worth the wait to really appreciate a book. This book is hiding behind its fiction stories real and important facts about the environment, life as a farmer, new and traditional ways, views of farming,and rules of the wild. The book is looking at the different lives of people living in the Zebulon Mountains of Virginia. Three different situation separated by titles as "Predators", "Old Chestnut" and "Moth Love". Some of the characters most of them are related some how by their past, present and future lives. A fantastic structure for a book. One that reminds me of Wilkie Collins in his "Woman in White" novel. Also used by Kingsolver in her "Poisonwood Bible" and "Animal Dreams". I like the differences in the language of the narrators. My favorite is this old man who is not really in tune with his actions and sentiments but "gets it" at the end against his best judgement. The underlying teaching of science of botany, ecology, religions, respect of human ideas, all that is also masterfully done. I finish this book with being more knowledgeable and having a better educated opinion of many subjects and I am sad to have to let those characters live on their fictitious lives without me.

Happy Gobble Gobble Day

Those might still be running wild somewhere and that makes me thankful. It also makes me thankful that one is roasting in my oven right now and that I will eat it soon with Curt,my companion of 28 years, Paul my son (if he shows up on time), Emily my daughter and her boyfriend Travis (who cooked all morning), Lorraine who is such a dear friend, and Collin who is Lorraine's son and that lights up my life every time I am close to him. Of Course Gaia is on guard for anything that could potentially fall.

Happy Thanksgiving to Everyone. There is so much to be Thankful for, isn't it?

Ruby Tuesday

"Ruby Don"

Moody Monday: Shy

"Vaguely There"

Part of Moody Monday

Being Under a Spell, a Cold Spell!

Pixie dust doesn't do it for me as I have never seen any, but I like to be under a Cold Spell. When the temperature is 0F, you can start seeing the air freezing in mid air, add a little ray of sun to it and you have a Cold Spell. Just as tiny fireflies of the North those little crystal of fancy just for the true amazement of the moment start appearing in front of your eyes. Makes one want to dance among them.