I have purple sage growing on the east side of my front porch. I planted it several years ago for a little variety, hoping it would be as hardy as the nonflowering shrubs along the front. June and July can be mighty hot and dry in Texas. But sage blooms gorgeous purple flowers when we do get rain.
A few months ago I trimmed it back because it had gotten a little spindly. Don’t know if that had anything to do with it but when I went outside after a shower, I noticed it had bloomed more than ever before. Isn’t it pretty?
Can you believe it? Just yesterday I was putting out the flag for Memorial Day. Making plans for my grandson’s second birthday. Looking forward to plans for the 4th. Counting the days until vacation. And now it’s August 1st. Where does the time go?
Like it or not, it’s time to start thinking about shopping for school supplies and clothes. Spend a weekend at the lake while there’s still time and the weather’s still good. Go swimming, cook out, make homemade ice cream!
The Bookshop is a 2017 film written and directed by Isabel Coixet, based on the novel of the same nameby Penelope Fitzgerald.[2The film stars Emily Mortimer, Patricia Clarkson, and Bill Nighy. It was shot in Portaferry and Strangford, County Down, Northern Ireland, and in Barcelona. The cinematography was spectacular.
Set in the late 1950s, the film opens with an explanatory voice-over narration. Florence Green, a widow, has decided to open a bookshop in the small coastal town of Hardborough, Suffolk, acquiring as her premises the Old House, a damp and abandoned property that has been standing empty for many years. After refurbishing it and moving in, she learns that Violet Gamart, an influential and ambitious local resident, had privately earmarked the Old House for her own pet project, a local arts centre – a project that she has no intention of dropping even though the property is no longer empty. Aided by several of the townspeople Mrs Gamart attempts to get Florence evicted, and the shop closed down.
Florence’s business does well enough for her to need help in the shop from Christine, the young daughter of a neighbour. Their best customer is the wealthy bookish recluse Edmund Brundish, who begins to have feelings for Florence as she introduces him to new authors. Learning of the threats to Florence’s business, he volunteers to emerge from his seclusion, to visit Mrs Gamart and tell her to desist. But despite everything, things do not go well.
This was a movie that touched my heart. Florence and Mr. Brundish were drawn together by their love of books. She had the courage to pursue her dream, despite a rich woman’s meddling, and he admired that.
This is a movie I recommend. It made me think about the characters and their story long after I finished watching it. And I loved the music as well.
Quick Apple Cake Recipe
When Mr. Brundish invited Florence to tea, he served a delicious looking bundt cake with it. This easy recipe makes a large cake with quite a few servings.
unearthly screeching came from out of the dark. Far back into the depths of the
mine. It echoed in the air, growing louder and coming closer.
Owen handed the baby dragon to Caleth and drew his sword. Chills raced over the
boy’s shoulders and down his arms. He couldn’t decide whether to run or hide,
so he stood still, clutching Mowg to his chest with shaking hands.
raised his axe and Misa raised her wand. They stood in a circle. That way
they’d have each other’s back. The elf grabbed him by the arm and shoved him in
between them. He crouched down and made himself as small as he could. Mowg
buried his head in the boy’s chest and shivered like a leaf.
wave of man bats came at them, circling so fast they were only a blur. Somehow Misa
managed to zap them with her wand. And as soon as they hit the ground, Owen or
Floren lopped their heads off.
For a while,
it seemed like creatures would never stop coming. Calebth wondered how many
there could be, but he didn’t dare look to see. And then everything went quiet.
A few moments later, Owen grabbed his arm and pulled him to his feet.
aimed a kick at one of the carcasses. “That should be the last of them. Might
be a straggler or two, but they won’t hang around. They’re cowards unless
there’s a swarm.”
odor rose up. Misa pinched her nose. “Oh, my stars. That’s awful. Why do they
smell so bad?”
shrugged. “Beats me. Too late to ask now.”
this gold you were telling us about?” Owen said as he wiped his blade clean.
“We need to retrieve it and leave this place before anything else happens.”
The dwarf led them farther into the cave. Calebth noticed rocks glittering in
the torch light. Floren bent down, plucked one off the ground and held it up for
them to see. “I told you so. Didn’t I?”
dropped to their knees and gathered up enough nuggets to fill a small bag
within minutes. Owen got to his feet. “That’s more than enough. No need to be
greedy. Let’s get out of here now.”
them another way out so they wouldn’t run into the goblin brothers who were
probably still lurking at the main entrance. They traveled until sunset,
stopped at an old abandoned mill and made camp for the night. Misa went down to
the river and caught three or four fat salmon. She brought them back to
Calebth. “You can grill these for our dinner.”
sank. The boy knew how to start a fire, but that’s about as far as it went. He
didn’t know the first thing about grilling fish. He chewed on his bottom lip
and pondered. How hard could it be? A little wild onion, salt, and pepper.
Spear them with a sharpened stick and put it over the fire to cook. That’s what
Granny always did.
He crouched at the edge of the coals to
keep an eye on things. It was nice and warm. Made him yawn. He must have dozed
off because the next thing he knew Floren had grabbed the stick and was waving
it around, trying to extinguish the flames.
ruined our supper!”
Calebth blinked at him.
wrong with you?”
I-I guess I fell asleep.”
Misa scraped off a spot and winked at Calebth.
“It’s just blackened a little on the outside. Makes for a smoky taste.” She
scraped off a spot and took a bite. “It’s fine.”
they were arguing over whether or not it could be eaten, Owen sat on a rock a
few feet away, alone except for Mowg. The little dragon wouldn’t let the ranger
get out of his sight. He followed him everywhere, tipping his head from side to
side like a puppy and squeaking like he was trying to talk.
frowned. “What is he trying to say? Can any of you speak dragon?”
laughed. “Pretty sure he thinks you’re his mommy.”
sense,” Calebth said. “You were the
first thing he saw when he hatched.”
Eilis Lacey is a young woman from a small town in southeast Ireland, where she lives with her mother and sister, Rose. Eilis is unhappy with her life. She sees no future there. Her sister writes to an Irish priest in Brooklyn who arranges for her to travel to New York City.
where she takes bookkeeping classes and meets Italian-American Tony Fiorello and falls in love.When her sister suddenly dies of an undisclosed illness she had kept secret, Eilis tells Tony she must return home. He shows her a plot of land on Long Island that he intends to build a house for them on and proposes. Eilis seems hesitant but agrees. They marry at the courthouse without telling anyone.
Once back in Ireland, Eilis temporarily takes her late sister’s old bookkeeping job and gets attention from a wealthy bachelor. A completely different life than the one she left behind in Brooklyn. When gossip goes round about Eilis, she’s reminded of what life was really like living in this small town. She leaves for Brooklyn the next day because she wants to be with her husband. On the crossing, she offers guidance to a young woman making her own first trip to Brooklyn.
Eilis makes her journey from Ireland to New York in the 1950s, along with approximately 50,000 other immigrants (around a quarter of which moved to New York) as a part of the second minor wave of migration. Many of these citizens were in search of steadier jobs and a happier lifestyle. There were also smaller surges of immigrants from many other countries at this time, leading to modern day America becoming a vast land of many different cultures. You’ll enjoy this movie. Saoirse Ronan takes us through her journey to New York. We see her courage and determination while she struggles to pursue her version of the American dream.
Brooklyn is adapted from Colm Toibin’s novel of the same name. It has been named one of “The 10 best historical novels” in 2012. The novel and the film have equally been praised for their refreshing perspective on the plight of the Irish immigrant. They both depict a realistic story.
The ingrediants for Irish Stew depend on who you ask. Traditionally, it’s made with neck mutton chops or kid, potatoes, onions, and water. Others would add such items as carrots, turnips and pearl barley; but the purists maintain that they spoil the true flavour of the dish. The ingredients are boiled and simmered slowly for up to two hours.
Prep time: 25 minutes
Cook time: 1 hour, 50 minutes
Yield: Serves 4 to 6
Please use beef chuck stew meat that is well marbled with fat. Lean stew meat will end up too dry.
Save prep time by prepping the onions, carrots, and potatoes while the stock with beef is simmering in step 2.
because you left behind mother, father and betrothed and i wife and children i come
because love is stronger than enmity and can bridge oceans i come
because you never return and i do i come
DUONG TUONG Washington, D. C., November 21, 1995
The older I get the more I think about our country and the sacrifices some have made on its behalf. Especially on days like today. I came across this poem, wtitten by Duong Tuong, a Vietnamese writer after visiting the wall in l995. I love its touching simplicity. A child of the 60s, I witnessed daily casualty count on the evening news and saw college students protesting while others burned our flag.
The thing I remember the most was the day my high school principal came over the loudspeaker and requested a moment of silence for a former student who’d graduated only months earlier and had enlisted. He was killed shortly after he arrived in Vietnam.
I remember seeing him in the halls at school. A nice guy. Always smiling. Barely 18. Just a kid. Gone in a minute. Someone I knew. Someone my age. That’s when I realized the war was real.
However you chose to celebrate this day, whether it be out at the lake, at a cookout with family, or enjoying fireworks with friends, I hope it’s a safe and happy holiday. Sometime during today, please stop and take a moment to remember what this day should mean to all of us.
Red Skelton was always a favorite of mine. Never failed to make me laugh, and sometimes brought me to tears. This was one of those times.
Today, we’re discussing how to write the back-of-book blurb.
You’re probably wondering why a blurb, which isn’t needed until you’re ready to publish, is something I include in a story bible, which I create before I start writing even the first book in the series.
One, your blurb covers only the most important and most marketableparts of your story. Keeping that in mind as you write will enable you to stay focused on what the most crucial parts of your story are.
Two, when you have a series, you want all your blurbs to follow the same format. That’s easiest…