Hey, y'all. It's me, Monica Leigh. Like my cool sign says, it's been a month of Sundays since my last post. Well, maybe not quite that long but long enough to make me feel mightily ashamed. You all are like family.
If your city celebrates the Big Boom Boom, I hope everyone made it safely through the Mardi Gras season. As usual, the Bullock family ate a lot of King Cake but we didn't actually head down to see a parade. I kind of thought we would this year, it's been a while but nobody else wanted to go so I stayed home. I do love a good parade but wisdom says don't go alone. Maybe next year.
I've been busy working in the flowerbeds, when I haven't been hunched over a computer. I've got a Blue Girl rose that's going in the ground this week, just in time for the rain that's supposed to be headed this way. My sweetheart has the pasture ready for new calves and the hens have decided to work overtime. We have a bumper crop of fresh yard eggs. Too bad you can't freeze those suckers.
The weather has been positively fine. So fine I spend most mornings, and evenings on the back porch. It overlooks the pasture and the woods behind us. We've got new wild ducks visiting us. One beautiful one we've named Turkey Lurky has really taken to the Mister. He stalks him, hoping he'll toss some corn his way whenever he's out in the coop. I'll take a photo soon to share with y'all. He's got beautiful, iridescent black, green and blue feathers. He's sweet.
Here recently, I had a moment of nostalgia. I started searching for old paperback copies of the books I loved growing up. I really lucked up and found a Goodreads list of ghost stories from the 1980s. I printed the list and started searching and I was able to find and order quite a few of them. I tried local second hand shops but couldn't find much. (We don't have a used book store here. Can you believe it?) But once the first few arrived, I've been in heaven ever since. While the Mister watches John Wayne movies I'm thumbing through a book. At least we're together. If I ever wondered why I write ghost stories I shouldn't know. I used to consume these books as a kid.