May 15th, 2003

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Brown Thumb

Everywhere I go, garden centers are packed with lovely green and flowering plants, and I keep getting the urge to buy tons of them.

Why is this bad? Well, first, there’s no yard in which to plant them, and the small landing is already overwhelmed with Tree-Bob the Ficus and the tub of thyme that ended up outside when the cats wouldn’t stop peeing in it. That brings up reason number two for not buying more plants – Sam and Bud just don’t seem to understand the concept of houseplants. Add to that the fact that most of the family is allergic to things that pollinate, and we have strike three. There are two boxes of Alysium clamped to the railing, but I can’t do a thing with them since apparently the foliage makes my hands swell.

Indoors, we’re at one live, one dead, and one just barely hanging on. The maidenhair fern was a casualty to the dry winds blowing through the apartment, so I will at least replace it with something hardier. The ivy has survived, but the rosemary is horribly ugly and every morning I expect it to be dead. I think it needed watering while I was on travel.

Still, despite all of this…I want to plant things and have them around me. Perhaps it’s just my sturdy peasant genes asserting themselves…you know, the ones that gave me wide hips and a metabolism that extracts every last nutrient from food?
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Sharpe!

Finished reading Bernard Cornwell’s latest book, Sharpe’s Havoc. This one was set in Portugal, 1809, right as Wellesley arrived to start chasing the French back towards Spain. The battles are always very real - sometimes I almost feel like I'm charging along among Sharpe's riflemen. Even though I already knew that Sharpe and Harper had to survive, Cornwell still found a way to keep me guessing on whether or not Sharpe would achieve his goal. Amazingly, this time Sharpe didn’t get more than a kiss from the girl. I also discovered that I had missed a book (Sharpe’s Prey); hubby assures me that we have it, and now I must find it.

I saw Sharpe’s Rifles years ago on PBC because the hubby said it was good as we flipped past – and then I voraciously consumed all of the novels we had. Just like James Bond will always look like Sean Connery when I read Flemming, Sharpe will forever look like Sean Bean. Mmm.

Next book: The Moonspinners by Mary Stewart
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