Just When I've Run Out

of flowers to show you a couple more new ones burst into bloom.  This morning I saw the echinacea has started to unfurl its pink petals...

and a lone yellow day lily popped out at the edge of the orange ones.



All I did the rest of the day was laundry and binge watch episodes of The Durrells in Corfu on Masterpiece Theater on Amazon Prime.  I'm up to episode 2 of season 3 of 4 on there.  I don't know if the episodes on PBS are new or are reruns.   I'll have to check once I'm caught up.  And I managed to knit a single row on the Hawk's Wing shawl.  It took me an hour but I did it without looking at the pattern for every stitch.  I'm going to try to learn to "read" my knitting so I can see what to do without being tied to a piece of paper.  It may not happen but I thought I'd have a go.



Tonight at Friday Night Knitting, Zoom edition, I got to the middle of the Raindrop dishcloth and started back down the other side of the diamond.  One stitch is decreased at the beginning of each row until you get back to three stitches which is where you started.  It's good mindless knitting.

17 July--Barbara Malcolm, Tropical Obsession.

Rooibos thanked Oxford for his help and walked on the shady side of the street down to the town pier where the Venezuelans have their boats tied. He did not see the Santa Rosalia, but he did see Bunny sitting with the fruit and vegetable vendors under the awning.

When he walked over to speak with him, Rooibos saw Bunny’s pupils widen and the trapped look on his face. “I am not looking to bust you for using a bit of sacramental ganja, Bunny," he said. “I need to know what you have been doing with and for Dax Manning.” 

All of the Venezuelans looked from him to Bunny. He knew most of them did not speak English or Papiamentu, but they understood the tone of the question and the sudden tension that flooded the air.

Bunny stammered, “I… he… I had nothing to do with pulling that Mr. Jack off the cliff.”

Rooibos stayed silent.

“Manning, he bought himself that gold coin and made up a story about a treasure ship offshore by Boca Onima.  Santiago got his tackle caught on an old shipwreck off the windward side and Manning dived down to get it loose.  They moved pieces of that shipwreck to the spot where Mr. Jack could see them working the wreck, but it be too strong for him to dive.”  Bunny ran a hand over his mouth as if to slow the flow of words.  “Mr. Jack put in ten thousand dollars and Manning wanted more but Mr. Jack he wanted to see real treasure first.  Soon he wants his money back because all they found was wreck and no gold.  Then Miss Mona not interested in Manning, no how, so he mad.  He say he will get Mr. Jack’s money one way or another, so he sent me to drive Mr. Jack up to Oil Slick where Manning pulled Mr. Jack’s foot away to make him fall into the sea.  He was thinking he would hook up with Miss Mona, since she would probably inherit Mr. Jack’s money.” 

Rooibos let Bunny talk until he ran out of words.  “For your information, Ms. Mona does not inherit Mr. Jack’s money.  Not a penny of it.”  He reached down, helped Bunny to his feet, “Let’s go,” and escorted him to jail.

Today's toss was a pottery juice pitcher, a ceramic rice canister, and a pair of Tupperware salt & pepper shakers.  I started a new box that's in the back of the car and I'll put in a couple things a day until it's full.

It's hot and humid again so I'll avoid going out until it's not so sticky.  I'm such a wimp.
--Barbara