The SUN at this time of year brushes broad strokes across the northern side of the house in the earliest morning and makes me pause and be a guest in my own guest rooms thinking of the ‘larks’ to whom this is inviting and welcoming, the ‘owls’ who would either not be aware of the event or shove nose, with eyes following, deep under covers.
Previously I’ve been drawn to the books with the picturesque covers that are about an AFRICAN LADY DETECTIVE but only recently did the first one, The No.1 Ladies’ Detective Agency travel home with me on that magic carpet of a library card. I am so happy that there is a series which indicates how much I enjoyed the first. In most characters in books (and maybe in life!) we are introduced to their bodies and then, hopefully, get to know their souls. With Precious Ramotswe we are entrusted with her spirit immediately. I felt embraced also by the culture, the country. One intriguing thing -a major character at one point is described as widowed, at another as never having married. I wondered if this was done on purpose and would be ‘revealed’ before the end of the book. Alas, no, and I am left feeling faintly and wryly smug at my editorial skills.
Two large fluted flower pots have been lounging around for months waiting on some suitable plantings but none have occurred so I used an old trick and upended one on the other and came up with a rather Doric GARDEN COLUMN. (I may have used Doric incorrectly but that is what popped to mind and my dictionary doesn’t elaborate.) It’s at the end of the garden with a backdrop of rock and looks quite stunning. Now I need something to top it. Nothing I’ve tried so far works. Something will ‘present’ and I wait on this with contented anticipation. Will likely look out and see a cat sitting serenely on it and think, “that’s it! that’s it!” but not be able to convince the cat.