On Saturday, I went to our local nursery and picked up some fall vegetables to plant in the garden. Our tomatoes and peppers are still going strong (and the blueberries are a perennial) but I wanted something to take advantage of our second growing season here in Texas.
So I bought some different greens (the only recognizable one to me was arugula) with which to make salads eventually. The broccoli was on sale so I bought two broccoli plants as well. We'll see how it all grows in fall-like temperatures.
As if on cue, a cold front swept through yesterday and our temperatures dropped from 90 on Monday to 65 yesterday. All day long, I sat shivering in my office (stupid AC) and finally went off to make my first cup of hot tea of the season. It was very nice.
When I got home, I opened up some windows and the cat went crazy running from one to the other, tracking birds and squirrels. I even slept with the windows open!
Ah, how I love fall!
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Bobby Faye, Third Time Around
On Sunday, I had the overwhelming desire to get lost in a book. And while I'm reading several novels at the moment, none of them are "getting lost" material.
So I turned to Bobbie Faye with When a Man Loves a Weapon by Toni McGee Causey. This is the third Bobbie Faye book and the series has had a make-over - one that is not entirely welcomed by me - compete with new, ridiculous titles. Gone are the cute craw fish covers and in their place are boring covers. But Bobbie Faye is the same, thank goodness.
She is a whirlwind of (mostly) inadvertent destruction. These books are like action movies with a female heroine and cute cops/Feds, surrounded by Southern eccentricities and humor. It's a great mix and totally "getting lost" worthy. The first book was great (Bobbie Faye's Very (Very, Very, Very) Bad Day) and I probably should have re-read it this weekend, after my endless stream of bad luck last week.
Honestly, sometimes I feel like Bobbie Faye, who seems to have a sign on her back that says, "Please Screw Me Over."
So I turned to Bobbie Faye with When a Man Loves a Weapon by Toni McGee Causey. This is the third Bobbie Faye book and the series has had a make-over - one that is not entirely welcomed by me - compete with new, ridiculous titles. Gone are the cute craw fish covers and in their place are boring covers. But Bobbie Faye is the same, thank goodness.
She is a whirlwind of (mostly) inadvertent destruction. These books are like action movies with a female heroine and cute cops/Feds, surrounded by Southern eccentricities and humor. It's a great mix and totally "getting lost" worthy. The first book was great (Bobbie Faye's Very (Very, Very, Very) Bad Day) and I probably should have re-read it this weekend, after my endless stream of bad luck last week.
Honestly, sometimes I feel like Bobbie Faye, who seems to have a sign on her back that says, "Please Screw Me Over."
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