The pumpkin my daughter and SIL carved.
Did you know, Winston Churchill recounted having seen Lincoln's ghost in the White House? Having just taken a bath and in the bedroom not yet dressed, supposedly Churchill said,"Good evening, Mr. President. You have me at a disadvantage."
Greetings, Blogger Buds. How was your weekend and Monday? No earth shattering news like making number one bestseller or hitting the lotto here. Pretty much same-o. Same-o. Or is it same-oh. Same-oh? Hmm. Turns out it's neither.It's either same ole or same ol'.
Oh. We did go vote. Yay. It's our tradition to vote the first day of early voting. Our senate candidate is trailing in the poles. We'll see. Unfortunately, our party isn't even on the ballot for some positions.
I don't recall ever seeing the HH mow with a jacket on. Yes, the weather, along with the world, has gone crazy.
Greetings Blogger Buds,
Was your weekend a good one? Your Monday? I sure hope so.
Not a whole of excitement here. A rabbit and a toad have taken up residence in the front yard. Sounds like the title to a children's story doesn't it? :) Otherwise just the usual suspects: cats, flowers and rocks.
A card from our blogger buddy, Ro. I do miss her blogs.
A thirteen-year-old girl and a twelve-year-old girl stole a car and crashed it into his duplex. What the ???????? I couldn't have written this script.
Got flowers? Rocks? Critters? Excitement you really didn't need?
Greetings Blogger Buds, Hope your weekend and Monday were good ones.
Got some Florida sky pictures taken by my brother. These were shots taken are different times pre-Ian.
If anyone is interested, I found this article, on a solar-powered town and how it withstood Ian, fascinating.
AND a picture of a lake in Illinois that my other brother took.
AND a few pics of the winery we occasionally visit.
AND I leave you with flowers. Remember the cuttings I stuck in the ground when Captain died? This is what they grew into.
Thanks for having me over to your blog, Sandra, and the fun request for character foodie facts.
My main characters spend a lot of time feeling hungry, and they satisfy the need for food by foraging. Because it’s winter during most of the story, they can’t be as picky as I am and have to settle for some nasty-tasting treats—like acorns.
I thought I’d share three things I eat out of my forest that are quite tasty, and that my character Aster might forage around her home during the spring and summer:
Stinging nettle leaves: Use gloves when you pick these! You can boil them or dry them for teas, or cook them in soups. Both drying and boiling destroy the little stingers. I could survive for a year on the annoying nettles bordering my road.
Milkweed pods: Pick these when they’re young and well before they open into clouds of whirly seeds. They’re bitter (like acorns), so you’ll need to boil them three times in fresh pots of water (like acorns). But then they’re good in stir-fries and casseroles (a lot better than acorns!).
Wild daylily petals: The plain orange daylily petals make beautiful additions to salads along with pink rose petals. Don’t eat ornamental daylilies or tiger lilies (they’re poisonous), but the common orange ones are wonderful and will brighten up any dish.
Check your local foraging guides to see what’s edible where you live and have fun eating wild.
I hope you enjoyed my fun foodie facts. Bon appetit!
A healer and dabbler in the dark arts of life and death, Barus is as gnarled as an ancient tree. Forgotten in the chaos of the dying queen’s chamber, he spirits away her stillborn infant, and in a hovel at the meadow’s edge, he breathes life into the wisp of a child. He names her Aster for the lea’s white flowers. Raised as his daughter, she learns to heal death.
Then the day arrives when the widowed king, his own life nearing its end, defies the Red Order’s warning. He summons the necromancer’s daughter, his only heir, and for his boldness, he falls to an assassin’s blade.
While Barus hides from the Order’s soldiers, Aster leads their masters beyond the wall into the Forest of Silvern Cats, a land of dragons and barbarian tribes. She seeks her mother’s people, the powerful rulers of Blackrock, uncertain whether she will find sanctuary or face a gallows’ noose.
Unprepared for a world rife with danger, a world divided by those who practice magic and those who hunt them, she must choose whether to trust the one man offering her aid, the one man most likely to betray her—her enemy’s son.
A healer with the talent to unravel death, a child reborn, a father lusting for vengeance, and a son torn between justice, faith, and love. Caught in a chase spanning kingdoms, each must decide the nature of good and evil, the lengths they will go to survive, and what they are willing to lose.
A long-time reader, best-selling author D. Wallace Peach started writing later in life when years of working in business surrendered to a full-time indulgence in the imaginative world of books. She was instantly hooked.
In addition to fantasy books, Peach’s publishing career includes participation in various anthologies featuring short stories, flash fiction, and poetry. She’s an avid supporter of the arts in her local community, organizing and publishing annual anthologies of Oregon prose, poetry, and photography.
Peach lives in a log cabin amongst the tall evergreens and emerald moss of Oregon’s rainforest with her husband, two owls, a horde of bats, and the occasional family of coyotes.
The Necromancer's Daughter Links:
Amazon Author’s Page: https://www.amazon.com/D.-Wallace-Peach/e/B00CLKLXP8