Sunday, July 22, 2007

Loving Summer

Summer afternoon - summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language. ~Henry James

I love the summer.

DD picked two burpless cucumbers yesterday, cleaned one off and ate it like a banana. Tons of pea pods went to Grandma, who loves them as a snack. We're getting lots of squash, too, for a change. The tomato plants are loaded with green tomatoes, and once those babies start to ripen, my life will be perfect.

The flowers are blooming. Butterflies abound.

No... I'm not going to talk about Japanese beetles, or &^%$ deer flies. That just ruins the whole picture.


I wrote a little more on "Kitchen Matches", another light-hearted little romance. I'm enjoying it quite a lot, and hope other readers will, too. It all started out from a writing prompt at Paperback Writer's blog a LONG time ago. Let me see if I can find it... Hang on a sec (insert hold music here)...It took me a minute, but here it is!

So, thanks PBW.

I also only found two mistakes in the gallery for Pregnancy Cravings, so finished that up and sent it back. I can't wait to have a release date for you!


No new news from Pillar Place: Swallowtail -- Jill is still eating up a storm, the pupas are still just hanging there -- though I suppose I could tell you that Phil shed his skin -- and, just to be different, his pupa is green instead of brown. The interesting thing about that is, the swallowtail matches is pupa to what it attaches to. So, a stick? Brown. A leaf? Green. Of course, the cardboard is brown, but the netting is white, so I guess green was as close to white as Phil could get.

Now for the new series -- Pillar Place: Monarch

DD and I went hunting for Monarch eggs yesterday, and found more than we needed -- we brought in a bakers dozen (it would have been twelve, but one leaf had TWO eggs!). To be honest, if they all hatch at the same time, the container I bought won't be big enough. That could make life interesting.

We picked up one of the eggs on a walk yesterday, so he's probably from a different momma than the rest of ours. And... he hatched last night as I was going to bed. I'd show you a picture, but my camera just won't get that close to something so tiny. I'll swipe a photo from Bird Chick, so you can see what they first look like:

And, for a peek inside how my brain works, I named him Otto. Here's why: He's the first, but calling him "One" or even something like "Uno" just sounded weird. If you're the first, you're the premiere, right? And, well... doesn't Preminger sound like premiere? And, you all have heard of Otto Preminger, right? So. It should be obvious.


Your Beauty Element is Air

You're quirky, fresh, and fashionable in a surprising way.
You have a beauty that's all your own, and it changes as quickly as the wind!


Judy Thomas said...

Otto makes perfect sense to me. I guess that says something about the way my mind works, huh? Of course... we already knew that :-)

Dru said...

I like your analogy of Otto...good fit.

I hope you have a good Sunday.

Tori Lennox said...

Otto works for me. :)

For the quiz, I got:

Your Beauty Element is Earth
You are the epitome of a natural beauty. Your look is definitely effortless.
And while you shy away from a lot of make-up and accessories, you're no granola girl either!

anno said...

Otto makes sense to me, too. Congrats on your writing accomplishments... and on your glut of new contracts (which I read about yesterday but somehow missed commenting on -- sorry!). Enjoy them, along with your new tomatos, here at the peak of summer.

Brandy said...

Wow, way to go on the veggies. My Out-laws gave us some yellow sqaush from their garden earlier this week. And for the first time ever, we are attempting to grow a tomato plant. (Wish us luck, I have a brown thumb!)

The name Otto fits. And it's cute.

Have a great day and rest for a bit!

Jen said...

Sounds like perfect summer activities. I stayed inside all day and read HP... so much for my summer proclivities ;-)

groovyoldlady said...

Praise God for burpless cucumbers. Can you imagine how frightening it would be if cucumbers burped every time you touched them?

Ya know? Burpless Cukes would be a great name for a rock band.

Alice Teh said...

Otto suits the little fellow to the T. Wonderful name for a wonderful creature. :)