It did rain once. Driving, sheeting rain that lasted all of about a half an hour. Then we were treated to this.
Too soon, Sunday arrived and it was time to leave. To see what had gone on back home in the yard while we were away.
I'll be the first to admit I'm not much of a gardener, so I wasn't expecting much. Most plants fear me, in fact. As they should. It's not that I neglect them on purpose, it's just that...I don't know. That's just the way it is. As it turned out, the vegetation did pretty well on its own. Hmmmmmm. So noted.
Thanks to some rain showers back home, my petunias on the porch thrived without me.
One of the tomato plants grew so large it toppled over, cage and all.
My patio garden did okay too.
Plus, could it be? A single tomato actually had ripened to red. Hallelujah! Then I looked at the plant beside it and lo and behold there was a fully developed green pepper. Hallelujah times two! A cherry tomato and pepper to match.
Vacation was nice, but it's good to be home.
My latest release Saturday In Serendipity, has that ‘It’s sometimes good to return home’ feel. Three stories of love rediscovered at a twenty year high school reunion.
My latest release Saturday In Serendipity, has that ‘It’s sometimes good to return home’ feel. Three stories of love rediscovered at a twenty year high school reunion.
Three Strikes Thursday: Barry Carlson
could have any woman except one. Amanda Marsh is happy—until Barry slides back
into her life. Can they put aside old wounds to find love?
The solution was simple. Get out of the
car, walk up to the house and ring the bell. Apologize for the intrusion when
her father came to the door, and ask to see Amanda.
Only for a couple of minutes. Please.
Then he could fall all over himself
telling her how sorry he was.
“Yeah that’s gonna fly.” His whisper
filled the emptiness around him, and he dropped his head. “Face it, asshole.
You blew it.”
In an odd way, talking to himself, he
didn’t feel quite so alone.
He turned his gaze back to stare at
Amanda’s window. The shade was still down. Her light was out.
So that was it.
Moving like a rigid, soulless robot, Barry
put the car in gear and drove slowly away. Picking up speed as he left Amanda’s
subdivision, he floored it once he hit the highway. With the windows down, the
warm night air cooled as it roared around him.
He flicked the headlights on high. Their
beams lit up the trees, telephone poles and bushes as they whizzed by. Nothing
could stop him as long as he kept his foot down hard on the gas pedal. Then
something did.
Pulling to one side of the deserted road,
he jammed the gear shift into park, jumped out, ran around to the back bumper,
bent over.
And puked his guts out onto the warm
asphalt.
Two On Tuesday: Blane Weston’s company
needs the capital Matt Durand has, except she wants no part of him. She wants a
journey to her past. He’s determined to be her future.
Sparks flashed in those bright green
eyes that had so captivated him from day one. Except, just now he was sorely
tempted to dodge out of the way so he wouldn’t get scorched by escaping flames.
“It’s my job to remember a lot of
things.” Her gaze dropped away from his. “The appointment with you wasn’t one
of them. I thought you understood that had been cancelled.”
“Guess nobody told me.” Though he
couldn’t let her see him sweat, a frantic voice screamed at him this wasn’t
going to work. Ignoring it, somehow he kept his composure as he slowly shut the
door. “I had some questions.”
“About Weston?” She picked up some
papers she moved to the left corner of her desk. “Galloway, or do you still
represent the Dorman involvement with Advanced Properties.”
“None of the above.”
Leaning forward, she leveled a wary gaze
on him. “What do you want then?”
With a deep breath and a prayer, he
pushed off from the doorway. “You.”
One Fateful Friday: Jake Holbrook
regrets his single state. When Bethany Thomas, a special woman from his past
tumbles back into his life—and his bed—he’s determined to keep her.
“You’re certainly eager to help.”
Bethany glanced over at Jake as they collected stacks of dirty dishes to carry
into the kitchen.
The china he took care to place on the
counter clattered. “Why would I pass up a chance to be alone with you?”
Smiling, she began to fill one side of
the double sink with warm water and squired in some blue dish soap. “Lana seems
nice. She’s a good fit for Joey.”
“She’s a good fit for the family.”
Taking an assortment of plastic containers from a lower cupboard, Jake filled
different ones with leftover stuffing, gravy and mashed potatoes. “They seem
happy together. Joey’s a lucky guy.”
Switching the still running faucet to
the other side, she passed some of the serving dishes he emptied under the flow
before she positioned them in the dishwasher. “You’re jealous of him.”
Though her words were tender, the idea
behind them stung. He turned his back to open the refrigerator and began to
stack the containers of leftovers on the middle shelf. “Yeah, I guess on some
level, I’ve always wanted a family like he has.”
“Me too.”
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