Sunday, July 29, 2012

Summer Rain

Hey gang, how`s tricks? Come on in and grab a mug.

Another Sunday night has crept up on us, hasn`t it? It seems like Mister just gets home on Friday and when I turn around its Sunday evening. Summer kind of brings a sort of hazy laziness to life it seems. The heat makes us seek out shade trees, fans, and tall glasses of iced tea. It`s been hotter than usual here in Pennsylvania this summer, at least it feels it to me. I don`t do heat well. Or cold. Give me temps between fifty and seventy and I`m one happy goatherder!

With all the heat and humidity thunderstorms are sure to rumble along. So far I have yet to find any Greek gods lying nekkid in my goat barn. Darn it. Thursday we had a very severe line pass over, dropping tornados in nearby counties and New York. The hot, heavy clouds seemed to like passing over our farm and we muddled about for days with storms and gulley-washers. We did need the rain though, so I do try to keep that in mind when I come back from doing chores a wee bit soggy. The patter of rain on roofs and ground is rather comforting isn`t it?

The garden is very thankful for the precipitation, as are these pretty little daisies growing by our stone steps.





How has summer been treating your posies and potatoes?





Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Dog-Gone Good Helper!


Hi there!!


Boy, this is exciting! I`ve never written a blog post before. I`m excited! Super excited!

 Oh, mom says I need to introduce myself. My name is Trinity. Mom says I got named that because I was the third dog here. I`m also black. I guess it has something to do with some ‘Matrix’ movie or something? I don`t know. My goatherding humans are goofy.

 Anyways, I talked mom into taking her flashing thing with her when we did chores this morning. I`m a good helper! A real good helper! I`m much better at helping than those cats she always foo-foo`s over.

 We get up really early. I like getting up early to help. After mom has coffee we do chores. This is me helping mom carry the corn bucket up the hill for the birds.


 I hardly ever drop it!

 Mom goes to the chicken coop first and lets the chickens….






Wait a dog-bone minute! They aren`t chickens!! I smelled them good. They`re not chickens, they`re ducks! They can`t fool my nose!

 After we let the chickens/ducks out then the turkeys come out.

 

 It`s a real peck-fest over that corn! I wait nearby while mom fills up the water dishes for the birds.

 


The ducks make big messes let me tell you! The ducks and those pinching geese get a big flat bowl to take baths in. I think any animal that gets into a tub willingly is crazy!



So, what did you think of my first blog post? Didn`t I do good? Huh? Huh? Didn`t I??







Monday, July 23, 2012

I Get Interviewed and Reviewed!

I`m very pleased to share this lovely interview and review from over at Angel A. Wallkers blog 'Too Much is Never Enough'. Angel was gracious enough to read my book, and sit down to chat with me, over the past week. I hope you enjoy the sit-down and review!

Too Much is Never Enough

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Life with Ares - #1

As promised, a bit of fun fiction for a hot summer day. These little vignette-type tales are written by my leading lady, Libby Simons, and are a nice little extra for those who have read the books. If you enjoy her posts, you may just like the novel as well! Enjoy my friends!

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Life with Ares

By Libby Simons



How did he get here? What do you feed him? Does he have a brother?

I`ve been getting asked a TON of questions since a certain Greek god made like Greg Louganis and did a swan dive from Olympus into my goat barn. Most of these queries deal with Ares, which, yeah, shock and surprise there, right? He sticks out in Pride County, Pennsylvania like that proverbial sore thumb. Only this buggered digit is much harder to hide under a band-aid or in your pocket! Let me give you some examples of my life with the god of manly courage and bloodlust….

Yesterday the lady at the deli counter at the Shop & Save asked me if Ares understood that the glass case was there to keep people, and their germs, away from the food. This was, of course, after the big lummox had lifted the lid and helped himself to a platter of stuffed cabbages while I was trying to decide on toilet paper a few aisles over. When confronted with his felony later in my truck, the lug stared at me openly and shrugged his mighty shoulders.

“I thought the food was there for us to sample. Why make sustenance and then lock it under glass?”

“It`s there for you to look at,” I tried to explain as we headed out of town.

“So,” he asked, working at the seatbelt and not getting it across his barrel chest, “The food is only to look at. But looking at it does not fill my gullet, Bunting.”

The buckle slapped the window then meekly fell into place behind the bench seat.

“No, it doesn`t. See, it`s there to make you hungry and…”

“And it did! Then, when I avail myself of the bounty prepared by the workers clad in hair netting, I am berated and chastised! You mortals make little sense!” he huffed, working the affronted god for all it was worth. “Why taunt hungry men so? Why do they not just lay a naked woman under glass and then demand a warrior, freshly blooded and rife with war frenzy, simply stand and look at the wench with his manhood in hand?!”

“Seriously?” I asked, shooting the moose a look as we trundled past pastures filled with cattle and corn, “You`re trying to compare a plate of stuffed cabbage with a nude woman??”

“`Tis the same thing,” the battle god informed me firmly, his rugged jaw set and his blue eyes flashing. The man did love a battle, be it verbal or with swords.

“Uhm, no, it`s not, Ares. Why would a woman be under glass anyway? This whole point of yours is invalid!” I argued, making the left onto my dirt road from the two-lane. I waved at Wanda Parker as we bounced past. Wanda runs the beauty parlor where I get my curls trimmed.

“She would be under the glass to entice those who see her, much like those stuffed cabbage rolls, which were cold I wish to state.”

My brows were knotted trying to get into his ancient way of thinking. “So the woman under the glass would serve to get all you Grecian warriors all het up, then, you and your randy counterparts would buy the other women waiting in the back of the deli like the fresh cabbage rolls?”

“Aye, that is correct. Women are like cabbage rolls and should not be hidden under glass from hungry males!”

“You really don`t have one good way to defend eating those cold cabbage rolls, do you?” I asked, peeking over at him as we turned at my mailbox. The Dodge wanted to stall and we drifted backwards for a bit.

“I do not need to defend my actions. I am a god. If I wish to sup upon cabbage rolls, or you, I shall do so when the mood strikes!” he announced for the entire world, and my goats, to hear. Thankfully the entire world at the bottom of my winding driveway only consisted of my goats, my steer and that funny Greek bison named George.

“And this has to do with naked women under glass how?” I queried, hoping to get my mind off the ‘Supping on me’ idea that was now burned into my brain for all eternity.

He actually had to think fast to come up with an answer. He failed.

“You are trying to vex me, are you not, Libby?”

“Nope, I`m just trying to figure out how you led me from eating food from the deli display to women under glass and men with their woo-hoo in their hand,” I said innocently. I may have even batted my lashes. He did not seem amused. Ares dislikes being one-upped by anyone, let alone a mortal female. I personally get one hell of a kick out of besting him!

“I shall not sup upon the cabbage rolls again,” the war god huffed like a child caught filching a candy bar.

“Good man,” I smiled and slipped the old Dodge pickup into park.

“One day though I shall sup upon you and you shall not chide me for it,” he added then unfolded his enormous frame from the cab. My jaw slid down to my chest. He stalked off like the victor he was.



Damn. And I almost had him too.

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Artwork by Katherine Wheatley

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Summertime, and the living is easy. Not.





At least not for me here on the hillside farm!


Hi there gang. I bet you thought I fell of the side of the world, huh? I didn`t, thank goodness because that is a long way down. I have been crushed and crunched for time since school let out.

Whoever said summer was a relaxing time never had a teenage daughter with a new job and a new boyfriend but only a learners permit. Or a mother-in-law who had knee replacement surgery and needs rides to physical therapy and the out-patient lab at the hospital for six weeks. Or a new book to promote, a second book to get reading for beta readers, a third book screaming to be written or…I have to sit down. I wore myself out just listing all the obligations! There were times that I thought I should just sleep in a vehicle, since I spent every day running.

Thankfully things have slowed down now. Mother-in-law is driving again. I knew it wouldn`t take her long to get back behind the wheel. She`s too independent to rely on someone else if she can do it herself. Miss is still working of course, and jogging over to Westfield to spend time with her new beau when she`s not. Now that I`ve got some free time I hope to get back into regular blog posts. I may also do a slight revamp of my blog, adding more flash fiction when I write it, and getting back into posting my book reviews here as well as GoodReads.

Since writing is such a large part of my life, expect more posts about that, as well as the usual corn-fed news and observations of a goatherder trying to remember which pail to put the milk in!

Speaking of observations….hold on, have to go heat up a cuppa in the microwave. *Runs off to get mug of java* Okay, I`m back. Ahh that is good stuff! Where was I? Oh yeah, my observation for the day. As I was coming back from Wellsboro after taking Miss to work, I observed road workers. Those are not uncommon sights during the summer, I know. A major repaving project on the main road I use to go to town has been running for weeks now. Back-logged traffic and waits of up to a half-hour one morning are not rare. They`re finally wrapping up things and today were installing new guard rails which we had to sit and stare at the flagman for.

Did you ever notice the hotter it gets the less amiable those flaggers are? If you pass them early in the AM they`ll smiling and wave you along with gentle motions of their orange flags. Heck, some even smile as they`re flipping the ‘Slow’ side to the ‘Stop’ side. Which, if they`re attractive tanned guys, makes the wait much more enjoyable. But as the heat creeps into the nineties and the humidity climbs into the triple digits (Sure, I know it doesn`t get into triple digits but it feels like it, am I right?) they seem less inclined to smile or move you along pleasantly.

I don`t blame them. If I had to stand out there, on a black road, in a vest and hardhat when it was ninety-five degrees I would be less than happy. I would probably lose my job the first day for snapping at drivers, or beating on their hoods with my flag to get them moving the hell along instead of jawing on their cell phones. I get bear-rump ugly in hot weather. Just ask Mister. He knows. Oh, does he know.

Guess I had best get moving along, the clothes are waiting for someone to move them into the dryer. I will drop in and visit y`all over the week to catch up with you and your blogs, I swear!