Frozen Birdbath

That's how cold it is today! Poor little birdies out there chipping away at that ice. I thawed it with hot water and installed the birdbath heater so they can get a drink.

Interesting idea, Jennifer. I'm leaning toward a murder mystery, but only time and writing will tell. I like your snippet, especially that her house is where her grandmother's cottage was, nice continuity.

October 28--It was a summer of blue-black nights--At that latitude night falls with a suddenness that can take your breath away. Dusk is short that far south and night pulls its blue-black veil over the sky with haste, almost as if it had something to hide. That summer the night wind was busy elsewhere. It left behind a few puffs to rattle the palm fronds a bit, but most of the time the air lay still like a damp blanket over the island. In the silence the sound of the small waves tickling the shore sounded like an intruder. Men were urged out of bed to investigate by women sure that someone was in the house. He would find no one and then stand on the porch in the clinging night, smoking a cigarette to keep away the mosquitoes, and watching shooting stars fall into the sea.

Now, doesn't that sound like an excellent beginning for a mystery? By George, I think I've got it! Yay! See you tomorrow.
--Barbara