Thereby hangs a tale… May, that merry month, filled up with stars and sunlight and balms of winded air. In Santa Barbara the Jacarandas bloom, and cast their netted lace, purple against the skies. Mockingbirds dance, mating and motherhood governing … Continue reading
Thereby hangs a tale… It is raining, not pouring. Quiet as snowfall, rain waters our night. We wake refreshed, grateful for nectar that droppeth gentle, merciful from the heavens above. Santa Barbara can be a land of drought & fire. … Continue reading
Thereby hangs a tale… All right, it’s a song, but it’s one of the all time great songs, and it sets my feet to tapping every time. After all, ‘the winds of March that make my feet a dancer’ is … Continue reading
Thereby hangs a tale… Loss. Love. Irrevocable Loss. Redemptive Love. Rescue. Oh, yes, and murder, revenge, retribution, and dogs. Such are the themes swirling through Kate Atkinson’s marvelous Jackson Brodie mysteries. A series not to be missed its writing a … Continue reading
Thereby hangs a tale… Hmmm, what happened to the New Year? February half over, and I’ve posted naught. I must blame writing and revision, that, and reading. I’ve been immersed in the stylings of the fabulous Kate Atkinson, and will … Continue reading
