Signs of Life
The second absolutely gorgeous day in a row. Clear
blue skies, temperatures in the low 20s, snow on the
retreat. Fabulous.
With the long weekend, I've been taking some time to start the job of tidying up the yard and getting ready for the real work. I wandered around this morning, picking up all the random garbage that had blown onto the property during the course of a windy winter and, low and behold, I found two tiny bouquets of pretty yellow flowers. Now, I am well aware that they might be a form of dandelion but that would spoil the joy of finding them pushing their way up into the world.
I have also been taking advantage of this quiet
weekend with beautiful weather to continue with my
reading. I finished Dick Francis' Rat Race
this morning. Not my favourite. I don't mind the main
character, Matt Shore, but I find the whole plot
extremely thin and a little too contrived. The love
interest, Nancy Ross, is no great shakes either.
Never fully developed, she takes on too much
importance too soon for the main character and that
makes for a fairly wooden relationship. On the other
hand, there is a pretty fantastic scene where Shore,
a commercial pilot, attempts to locate Nancy in her
tiny Cessna somewhere over southern England after her
plane was sabotaged and rendered without electrical
power. A beautifully written, tense scene. It's too
bad the rest of the book doesn't live up to it.
I've picked up Candide again but it's slow going. My French is okay but not strong enough to read this classic at any great pace. I'll keep working on it though and, when I need a break, I'll switch to The Girl Who Played with Fire. Some break!
With the long weekend, I've been taking some time to start the job of tidying up the yard and getting ready for the real work. I wandered around this morning, picking up all the random garbage that had blown onto the property during the course of a windy winter and, low and behold, I found two tiny bouquets of pretty yellow flowers. Now, I am well aware that they might be a form of dandelion but that would spoil the joy of finding them pushing their way up into the world.
I've picked up Candide again but it's slow going. My French is okay but not strong enough to read this classic at any great pace. I'll keep working on it though and, when I need a break, I'll switch to The Girl Who Played with Fire. Some break!