It’s a cold world. At least it is around here right now. I’m in the south, specifically Alabaster, Alabama and it just doesn’t get mentionably cold very often in this part of the country. This year has been exceptional in that we have had several instances of snow and frigid temperatures.
I love to read mysteries and one day sometime in the early to mid 1990’s I’d run out of options, at least familiar ones. After browsing and finding nothing of interest on my own, I asked the librarian at the Wheeler Basin Regional Library in Decatur Alabama for some suggestions. She pointed me to “The Cat Who Talked to Ghosts” by Lilian Jackson Braun. I read it in just a few days and I loved it.
Its that time of year again, Thanksgiving. Time for long held family traditions that often involve a turkey with all the trimmings and family gatherings. This year we’re having dinner with my parents, my brother and his wife and of course the kids. The dogs will be there just in case something gets dropped on the floor and a quick, efficient clean-up is needed. We’re fortunate in not having to travel far for our celebration so we’ll miss out on all the fun at the airports that are making the news these days.
Tyler and Kaylee stood there, stunned by what they’d seen and not knowing what to think. Then Kaylee spotted something …
I remember being amazed at all the vegetables that were growing on what seemed like giant plants. I don’t know how old I was but I must have been pretty young because in my minds’ eye the plants look like something that would give Jack’s beanstalk a run for its money.