I spent the month of November as a tiny pepper.
Not only posting on my own blog everyday but doing my best to read other peppers’ posts, commenting, liking and sharing the love on twitter.
I was worried when I started that perhaps it would take some of the fun out of this blogging thing I do. That blogging would become a chore, but I did it anyway because I’m totally contrary like that.
Turns out, I shouldn’t have worried.
I loved the excuse that I “had” to go spend some time writing on my blog. Fortunately that was something my competitive, challenge-embracing family had no trouble understanding and I was gracefully granted all the time I needed.
It’s been a great month and thanks to Fish of Gold, I even get to display this lovely badge, perfect for us competitive types.
Now the only one who should be worried is John, It’s possible I’ve gotten used to this amount of time spent blogging.
Who needs clean laundry anyway?
Close up they are a magnificent riot of color.
You’d think these birds would stand out like a sore thumb in a field of wheat stubble.
But, with a subtle turn and a duck of the head,
they all but vanish!
Taken on a super blustery day one bird is head down and hiding while the others tail gets blown over his head!
I had written this as a back up post for this month of crazy daily posting. I figured that some day life would take over and the blogging just wouldn’t happen.
I didn’t suspect that it would be the day we returned home after the long holiday weekend at 10:45 pm. I didn’t guess that my post for the day would be already written. Or that after we transferred sleeping girls to bed and I went to start a fire to get the chilly house heated up the wood stove would inexplicably belch smoke back into the house…. but that’s what happened…
“A cousin is a little bit of childhood that can never be lost.” – Unknown
A Friday ritual.
A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week.
A simple, special, extraordinary moment.
A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.
The five of us made a gratitude table a la Nerd In the Brain.
We didn’t have our Thanksgiving meal on it, but surrounded by family and fun we didn’t need to be sitting at it to be reminded of all of the great things in our lives.
Conversation stops as my husband stares at me and asks, “How do you know that?”
There I stand, once again flummoxed that not everybody knows whatever random nugget of information just popped into conversation.
It can only mean one thing.
I read it in a book.
While it’s true that I love a good fantasy realm, many of my favorite books are grounded in fascinating reality.
Murder mystery and romance set amongst the facets of everyday life.
Not my everyday life but someone who lives in a different area. Works a different job. Lives a different life.
A single, childless, woman living in England who works as TV news reporter?
Yup, that’ll do for different!
While I hope never to be enmeshed in a murder mystery in any way, I suspect the life and times of a TV news journalist will filter to the surface from time to time. Once again conversation will stop as my husband gives me that questioning look.
“Oh” I’ll say, “I read about that in The Dead Dog Day.”
Would I recommend it? The beginning had me hooked. The end was riveting. I felt that the action fell off a bit in the middle as we muddled through the who-done-it with the main character, but it was consistently fun to hear about shenanigans at the news station.
I received a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review. I discovered this book because I’m a proud member of Rosie’s Book Review Team!
Weekly Photo Challenge: Trio
A trio of leaves in the late afternoon sun.