Thinking warm
It rained all day today. A steady wet rain. It was miserable. I have been reading Mary Daheim mystery novels and they are all set in the Pacific Northwest, specifically Seattle, I think. Just after I read the Miss Zukas’s librarian novels also set in Washington state. And I tried the new Death by Sudoku with Liza K in Oregon. My questions:
1. What’s up Pacific Northwest? a hotbed of genre crime?
2. If the characters really like the rain so much, why do they talk about it so much? The wet weather has started to feel like a character.
3. Do all new mystery novels have to have a gimmick? The home design tips, the recipes, the scrapbooking, the sudoku? Miss Marple’s knitting never really intruded. Or did the 1950s editions come with patterns?
I digress. The weather was rainy. But no more, I say. I think. I hope. To tide me over, let me remember just a few short weeks ago. We got a dog. A floppy blow up sprinkler dog.
I just love the faint rainbow in the shot below.
And again. I think his tail, tongue and ears were all supposed to wave around. Alas.
Ah summer
The only plus to this day of rain is that when it gets warm and summery again, everything will be green and lush.
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