In theory, weather changes should not come as a surprise any more. We have far more reporting stations, we mostly understand how fronts move across the globe even if we can’t always predict precisely when and where they will arrive and with what ferocity. Those of us who live in rural and some suburban areas can watch insects and wildlife as well as the sky. However, depending on where and in what season, weather shifts may be subtle, quiet as Carl Sandberg’s fog, creeping in on “little cat feet.”
A cold front races south.
Ah, Eastern Europe. I was sorting through books and pulling ones I need to review (and some I need to read) as I think about getting ready for next summer. And I’m reviewing material for teaching the Ottoman Wars of the 1500s-1700s. Some places really have more history than is comfortable. Poland, Bohemia, Hungary, eastern Austria, the Balkans. Some years back a student asked if there was a century when Poland had not been invaded by someone. I stopped, thought, and could not come up with one, going back to before the Romans. Continue reading
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I’ve been working on documentation of classroom methodologies for the upcoming visit by the accreditation organization. Yes, St. Angus-In-the-Grass School is an accredited institution of learning. Just what we’re credited with I leave to your imagination.
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Every so often you come across something in folklore that makes you raise an eyebrow and wonder. The figures of Frau Pechte/Perchta and Frau or Mutter Holle are two of those. One leads the Wild Hunt, and the other features in several of Grimm’s fairy tales. Continue reading
One of my beta-readers flagged the adjective “boughten,” in Imperial Magic. Did I mean store-bought? Well, sort of. Boughten is the simplified adjective form of the past participle of “to buy.” Since so many goods were made at home, something that was often made domestically but had been purchased (in this case a soft toy doll) was “boughten.” Rot – rotten. Bought – boughten. It had the connotation of being something unusual or at least different, because someone purchased the item instead of making it. My maternal grandparents used the word, and I have read it in older works of fiction and non-fiction. But in every-day conversation? No. Continue reading
In which Arthur picks a lousy moment to be out of the office…
Lelia still had not found a workable solution to the problem of mornings by the time she got to work. The squirrel skeleton now perched on top of the locked jewelry case, still waving. She rolled her eyes and let Tay out of his carrier. He stretched, then sauntered toward the work room while she skimmed through the sales list and double-checked orders awaiting pick-up.
Uh oh. Lady Fatima had an order that had been called, but Lelia didn’t see the second scarf, and Arthur hadn’t left a note. With a growing sense of doom, she pawed through the contents of the bag again. Still no scarf. She looked at the door, then hurried back to the work room. No Arthur! Where was he? She needed to find him, she couldn’t leave the front of the shop, she had to find Arthur—Lelia rocked from foot to foot, trying to decide.
A tall person approached the front door. “Oh, I’m doomed,” she moaned, hands over her mouth. Lelia trotted back to the main shop. The door opened and the industrial goth she knew as Bolts came in. He looked left, then right, and made a bee-line for Shoshana’s prints. “Can I help you?” Lelia ventured. Continue reading
The sun has begun drifting south, and we are past the autumnal equinox. The monarch butterflies appeared for a few weeks, then faded away as the first wave continued on south. The hawthorn haws have shifted from green to blazing orange, and will soon attract the attention of hordes of robins (“a robination”), forcing me to change parking places for a while. The Tri-State Fair triggered a major cold front, with highs in the 60s and strong north winds, lows in the 40s.
And the wooly worms have started crossing the road. Continue reading