Hello! Tomorrow (March 20th) is the start of astronomical Spring here in the Northern Hemisphere. Longer days are on the horizon.
For the Misfortune fans
“Cape Misfortune II Agata’s Story” has been out for a month, and people have been positive. My fellow author Henry Mitchell was kind enough to say on his blog, “I read Henry Anderson’s new novel, Cape Misfortune II, in a day. I can’t remember the last time I did that. It was hard to put down, even for dinner. I skipped dessert.”
Hello. It’s February 2021. As I type this the rain is beating on the conservatory roof. Nearly all the paths around where I live are thick mud. Other words for mud, incidentally, include slobber, slabber, slutch, and lutulence, according to the Oxford English Dictionary.
The most valuable piece of advice anyone ever gave me came from a nurse called Michael in psychiatric hospital. He wore tinted glasses and had a loud, biblical voice. At that time I had been ill with M.E for more than a decade, and it had made me acutely depressed. He said all of us have a cross to bear. For a child in Africa it may be that they do not enough to eat. Other peoples crosses might be smaller, they may be bigger, but your illness is a cross you have to bear. If you don’t come to terms with it you end up in places like this. Or worse.
It’s Michaelmas today (September 29th), traditionally marking the end of harvest. At this time the number of animals kept over winter (and fodder needed to feed them) was worked out. It is also a day associated with the beginning of autumn.