As we dig out from yet another snowstorm here in Virginia, it’s a little hard to believe that we’ll ever see our gardens again, much less have weather nice enough to work in them. Looking through my archives for material for Ailsa’s garden-themed photo challenge at Where’s my backpack? has brought a nice respite from the cold, bleak winter weather, and planted seeds of hope for the coming garden season.
Monthly Archives: March 2014
I’ll take Red Rum with a Crisp
“Smart bet. Red Rum, sir, is murder on turf. You’d never know he’d been lame.”
“So they say. He oughta give Crisp a run for his money.”
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The Trifextra challenge this week was to incorporate a palindrome into a 33-word story. (For those who don’t remember what a palindrome is, it’s a word or phrase spelled the same forward and backward.) My palindrome, chosen completely at random from PalindromeList, is in bold above, and I admit, required a Google search for inspiration. I first thought red rum was a variation of the popular fermented sugarcane juice that makes my favorite strawberry colada so enjoyable. It may or may not be…I got side-tracked when Wikipedia informed me that Red Rum was a famous and much-loved racehorse in the UK in the 1970s. Despite having an inflammatory bone disease that caused lameness, his owner recognized his potential and rehabilitated him through training sessions in the sea. Running in the Grand National, England’s most famous steeplechase, Red Rum won three times and came second twice over the course of five years.
WARNING: The first few seconds of the video below may be disturbing to some viewers.
Three years on
Three years ago, at 2:46 p.m. local time (10:46 a.m. ET), Japan’s very foundation was rocked by a 9.0 magnitude earthquake. The entire island of Honshu shifted eight feet to the east, and portions of the coast near the epicenter dropped nearly three feet, making the resulting tsunami just that much more devastating. The confirmed death toll rose to 15,884 and to this day 2,636 people remain unaccounted for. More than 267,000 Japanese are still displaced, their homes leveled by the quake, washed away in the tsunami, or rendered uninhabitable by the nuclear disaster at Fukushima. Substantial progress has been made in the clean-up and rebuilding effort all around the Tōhoku region, but there is still so far to go.
So today, on the three-year anniversary of the Great Tōhoku Earthquake, I think with sadness of all those who died in the disaster, send up a prayer that the families of all those still missing will find peace, and offer heartfelt encouragement to all those who are waiting for and/or working towards a return to normalcy.
Ganbatte! がんばって!
Review: The Headmistress of Rosemere
I finished reading my third BookSneeze (recently renamed to BookLook Bloggers) book nearly a month ago, but I haven’t been able to dredge up the enthusiasm to write its review. The first two books I read were so enjoyable that I was eager to share them with the blogosphere. This novel was definitely not in the same league as the previous ones, and I hate broadcasting even the vaguest negativity in such a public manner, so I’ve put off this review for as long as possible.
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The Headmistress of Rosemere by Sarah E. Ladd
After their father’s death, when her brother flees to London, Patience Creighton devotes herself to the role of headmistress of their father’s beloved Rosemere School for Young Ladies. Forced to handle the day-to-day operations of the boarding school while battling her mother’s deep depression, twenty-five year old Patience has all but given up her girlish hopes of being swept away by a handsome gentleman. But those nearly forgotten dreams of romance are awakened when the estate’s dashing owner, William Sterling, appears on the school’s doorstep after suffering a vicious roadside assault. Sterling’s less-than-sterling past has finally caught up to him, and his life, his happiness, and the future of Rosemere all depend on his willingness to adjust his moral compass and his ability to right past wrongs.
Having just returned from living for two years in England, and being intrigued by the historical concept of estates and the complex relationships between landlords and their tenants, I was anxious to read The Headmistress of Rosemere by Sarah E. Ladd. When I finished the last page and closed the novel, I felt nothing. No sense of having learned something, no disappointment that the story had ended, no anticipation for the next novel (this is Book Two in the Whispers on the Moors series). Nothing. It’s a very formulaic historical romance, and is as prim and proper as the setting dictates. I found the characters and their problems to be very predictable, and felt no urgency to turn the page to find out what happens next. In fact, I cruised through most of the book on autopilot, which is not the way I want to spend the precious little time I have for reading. I want to be completely absorbed, drawn in by the characters and the plot to the point that I have to physically shake myself back to reality when the oven timer dings.
This was by no means a terrible novel, and I don’t want to discredit Ms. Ladd’s efforts simply because the pieces did not come together for me. But this is not a book I can recommend. Normally when I finish a book, I personally find it a new home where a friend or family member will enjoy it as much as I. Unfortunately, The Headmistress of Rosemere does not rate that effort, and will be anonymously left on the shelf of my neighborhood’s leave one/take one library.
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Travel theme: Ancient
I’m an American. Relatively speaking, America is a very young country. So when Ailsa at Where’s my backpack? issued her “ancient” photography challenge this week, I really got to thinking about how the place where a person is raised can affect that definition. As an American, living in this relatively young country, pretty much anything older than 100 years seems ancient to me (apologies to the fine folks on Willard Scott’s Smuckers jars each morning). I know by formal definition that existing for a century hardly qualifies something as ancient, so I dug through my archives to see if I could find anything that really fit the bill.
First stop, ironically, is in America! While in Hawaii in 2004, the hubby and I visited Halemaʻumaʻu Crater on the big island. In the light of the sinking sun, we were the only two at the crater. In fact, save for a few hardy plants not phased by the inhospitable soil or sulfurous gases, the whole area seemed fairly lifeless. But at the edge of the crater, I spied a pineapple on a bed of palm fronds, offered up, no doubt, by a native Hawaiian practicing an ageless ritual, and I immediately felt we had been transported back in time.
While I was living in Japan, a rather fierce windstorm roared through the Kanto area March 9-10, 2010. An ancient and much-revered ginkgo tree on the grounds of Tsurugaoka Hachimangu Shrine in Kamakura succumbed to the gale and was found uprooted early on March 10. So great was the love for this 1000-year old tree that experts scrambled to find ways to save it. A large section of the trunk was sawn off and planted next to the original roots, which were righted and set back in their original location. By the time I visited the shrine with my mom in November 2010, leafy shoots were vigorously growing from both the transplanted trunk and the original roots. It was impossible not to be moved by the hand-written sign next to the thriving remains of the ginkgo, encouraging the new shoots on the once-majestic trunk to “Ganbare!” (go for it, you can do it).
One of the most truly ancient sites I have ever seen was the Skara Brae settlement on the wind-swept shores of Orkney in Scotland. Discovered purely by chance when a vicious coastal storm in 1850 washed away the sand that had covered the village for centuries, archaeologists have now painstakingly excavated the settlement. It was very surreal to look down into the remains of a 5,000 year old home and see so many similarities to my own modern-day home, like the dresser on which they proudly displayed their most-treasured items.



