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todayiamadaisy) wrote2019-06-01 04:25 pm
todayiamadaisy) wrote2019-06-01 04:25 pm
Wrap Your Feet In Aluminium Foil And Wait For 1 Hour!
This is the last of my spam titles. What would happen if I actually did wrap my feet in aluminium foil and waited for an hour? Nothing except me feeling a little foolish, I suspect.
I have been thinking about doing a daily entry in June. I have been tossing up between saying "I have half a mind to do a daily entry" or saying "I am in two minds about doing a daily entry". I suppose half a mind by two minds is one, so perhaps I have a mind to do a daily entry. Half a mind, a mind, two minds, all meaning the same thing. Word maths.
We had a dead tree removed from the side of the house a few months ago, leaving a new and empty area visible from the kitchen window. We're still working on a long-term plan for it, but today I filled it in for the short-term. A few months ago I bought a big bag of tulip bulbs, thirty in all, ten different varieties in shades of blue, purple and pink. They've been chilling in the vegetable crisper for months and today I finally got my act together to plant them in the new bed. Something to look forward to through the winter months.
Last week my vegetable steamer fell apart. It was one of those metal ones that sits in the saucepan and folds out like a flower, and a couple of its petals fell off. Today I went to buy a new one. I found one just like my broken one, but the helpful lady in the homewares shop took something off the shelf and said, "Have you seen these?" I had, in fact, seen them, but I'd thought they were measuring cups. But they weren't! They were steamers. And they were bright and they were novel, so I bought them instead. I look forward to steaming one sad individual serve of vegetables in the little one.
May books read
i have been doing cross-stitch of an evening lately, which cut back on my reading time in May. That, and having a bad run of starting and stopping books I'm not enjoying, means it's a short reading list this month.
* The Purple Valley - Malcolm Saville (1964) ★ ★ ★
An early YA novel about two English students who go on holiday to France with their uncle, a thriller writer/spy, and get caught up in an international drug-smuggling operation. It was slow going and full of outrageous coincidences, and the characters are old-fashioned prigs, but once I gave in to the clichés (one of the baddies is a Frenchman who always wears a black beret), it had its own sort of charm.
* The Plant Messiah: Adventures in Search of the World's Rarest Plants - Carlos Magdalena (2017) ★ ★ ★ ★
Carlos Magdalena is a botanist at Kew Gardens, and this is a memoir of his childhood interest in plants and his current work with rare plants (especially waterlilies) around the world. He's not the greatest prose stylist, but his passion carries him a long way. It's an engaging series of experiments and adventures, rather than serious, hardcore botany; informative and enjoyable.
I have been thinking about doing a daily entry in June. I have been tossing up between saying "I have half a mind to do a daily entry" or saying "I am in two minds about doing a daily entry". I suppose half a mind by two minds is one, so perhaps I have a mind to do a daily entry. Half a mind, a mind, two minds, all meaning the same thing. Word maths.
We had a dead tree removed from the side of the house a few months ago, leaving a new and empty area visible from the kitchen window. We're still working on a long-term plan for it, but today I filled it in for the short-term. A few months ago I bought a big bag of tulip bulbs, thirty in all, ten different varieties in shades of blue, purple and pink. They've been chilling in the vegetable crisper for months and today I finally got my act together to plant them in the new bed. Something to look forward to through the winter months.
Last week my vegetable steamer fell apart. It was one of those metal ones that sits in the saucepan and folds out like a flower, and a couple of its petals fell off. Today I went to buy a new one. I found one just like my broken one, but the helpful lady in the homewares shop took something off the shelf and said, "Have you seen these?" I had, in fact, seen them, but I'd thought they were measuring cups. But they weren't! They were steamers. And they were bright and they were novel, so I bought them instead. I look forward to steaming one sad individual serve of vegetables in the little one.
May books read
i have been doing cross-stitch of an evening lately, which cut back on my reading time in May. That, and having a bad run of starting and stopping books I'm not enjoying, means it's a short reading list this month.
* The Purple Valley - Malcolm Saville (1964) ★ ★ ★
An early YA novel about two English students who go on holiday to France with their uncle, a thriller writer/spy, and get caught up in an international drug-smuggling operation. It was slow going and full of outrageous coincidences, and the characters are old-fashioned prigs, but once I gave in to the clichés (one of the baddies is a Frenchman who always wears a black beret), it had its own sort of charm.
* The Plant Messiah: Adventures in Search of the World's Rarest Plants - Carlos Magdalena (2017) ★ ★ ★ ★
Carlos Magdalena is a botanist at Kew Gardens, and this is a memoir of his childhood interest in plants and his current work with rare plants (especially waterlilies) around the world. He's not the greatest prose stylist, but his passion carries him a long way. It's an engaging series of experiments and adventures, rather than serious, hardcore botany; informative and enjoyable.