Another, even better, photo of the burning bush. No enhancement whatsoever.
We will have frost on Wednesday so we’ll be seeing the last of the zinnias and, most likely, the leaves on this bush. I’ll be saying goodbye to my gardens, which is always bittersweet.
We had constant rain yesterday and today will be the same.
I finished The Last Devil to Die by Richard Osman. This was his best yet. In addition to a complicated plot, his writing about Alzheimers disease, both from the viewpoint of the afflicted and from the observer is heartrendingly brilliant. I won’t give anything away, I promise. But there were so many times that tears came to my eyes as I read Osman’s words. Love and the family you choose: I’m still thinking about that two days after finishing the book.
An extraordinary read.
I’ve just started John Banville’s The Lock-Up. I read Banville’s Snow a couple of years ago and discovered his lyrical prose. He is a poet who happens to write police procedurals, among other things. I’m a big fan.
I’m also fiddling around with The World of Frankenstein, my latest jigsaw puzzle. It’s much more difficult than the one I just finished, so I expect I will be working on it for a while.
What else? Laundry today. Exciting, right?
I’m starting to make a list of things I have to take care of before I head to Wonderland of Play on Sunday.
“The world is too much with us.” That quote is one I repeat on a daily basis. I’m grateful for the escapes that take me to another a place; a kinder, gentler place.
Rest in Peace, Matthew Perry, taken from us much too soon.
Stay safe.
Happy Monday,
