Smoke bush

Smoke bush

I’m overloaded withoutdoor adventures and blog ideas again.  Too much to say, too many pictures, too many ideas.  What a contrast from those times when you can’t think of anything to say and can’t find an interesting photo no matter how hard you look.

We need to back up to last night.  To book club, to be exact.  Nancy held it at her house.  As some of you may remember from past posts, Nancy has beautiful gardens everywhere.  So the opportunity presented itself to wander around with the camera after our potluck, looking for the unusual and the beautiful and the intriguing.

Isn’t the close-up of that smoke bush intriguing?  What a fascinating inner world it presents.

Nancy's cat.  I believe she's 14 years old.

Nancy's cat. I believe she's 14 years old.

About eight to ten of us came together to discuss “The Old Man and The Sea” by Ernest Hemingway.  Most of the book club did not enjoy the book, except for one of our number who sincerely loved it.  A couple of us (me including) were neutral.  I didn’t love it; didn’t not love it.  The poor old man, though.  I won’t share the plot, in case any you want to read it, but that’s all I have to add right now.  The poor old man.  The poor fish.  But, no, not another word from these lips.

Garden scarecrow

Garden scarecrow

I am wondering right now whether that face-less scarecrow keeps away any garden predators?  Perhaps the following creature might have more luck in keeping us on our toes:

Scarier than the scarecrow?

Scarier than the scarecrow?

After our potluck and discussion of the book, we sat outside near the garden, overlooking a burning fire pit.  The night air felt comfortable and we enjoyed a lively time.  Our next book, thanks to Pam’s mother, Del, is “The Face on the Milk Carton” by Caroline B. Cooney.  It’s the story of a fifteen year old girl who discovered her face on a milk carton one day in school.  It said she had been kidnapped from a New Jersey mall when she was three years old.  Since her parents are very loving, she is confused…and we must get a copy of the book and read it before October’s meeting to discover what really happens.

Del sits across from the fire

Del sits across from the fire

I have another story to share about Del.  Actually, we all met her a couple years ago at another book club meeting.  She came up to visit Pam from Florida that summer, and we all enjoyed getting to know her.  But then I discovered something REALLY interesting.  She worked on Fort Myers Beach at a restaurant called Matanzas.  And Matanzas was a restaurant we often visited by boat when staying with my mom and dad at their “winter” condo down on the beach. 

The last time Barry and I traveled down to visit my parents we took the trolley up to Matanzas just to see Del.  (And to get my folks a gift certificate to the restaurant for Christmas.)  Dell even bought us a drink.  We were so impressed.  She showed us cool pictures and sat down with us for awhile…  Unfortunately, she’s now retired, so we might not cross path during our next island visit.

But it was nice to see her last night.  And she came up with the name of a book which intrigued 98% of the book club members.  That’s not an easy feat.  And if she happened to pick a book we all like…we might just have to consult regularly with her on a long-distance basis for further suggestions.

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