The first one, "Goodbye Sweetheart" by Lillian Harry, I picked up at a second hand book swap. It has been lying around for a while, and is a story of Portsmouth, in England, at the start of the Second World War. A very sweet story of ordinary people living ordinary lives at a particularly terrifying time.
The second book I picked up at the library last week; its called "Unfinished Portrait" by Anthea Fraser. A Who Dun It with a twist. No cops or detectives here, the main character is an author, asked to write a biography of an artist who had disappeared 18 months previously. What starts out innocently enough leads to murder and mayhem. Not bad at all.
This last one is part of a series; I may just have to go and find another one!
Her Majesty deemed it necessary to wake me at 5am today. After tossing and turning for another hour, I finally got up, and a turn in the garden turned this up:
This is a Cicada, emerging from it's shell. I was so excited! I have never seen anything like this before. Take a look at the link - lots of interesting info and a sound recording of the noise they make, which is deafening, and very much a part of the sounds of Christmas in these parts.
And here it is an hour later, drying itself out before it flies away. Not sure what colour this one will be. It has the most beautiful translucent wings, with a faint tinge of turquoise.
During the last few years we have had mostly Black Princes, but when I was a kid, the most common ones were Greengrocers, and the Black Princes were quite a prize possession if you managed to find one. The rarest of the whole lot was a golden one. Can't remember what we called those. I haven't seen one of those in years.
The wadding I ordered last week has just turned up - time to put the book down and get back to pinning and quilting Carl's Quilt.
Til next time..... Keep on stitching