Sound circle
During the hottest, soupiest summers around here, one of my dear aunts used to say, “This is the worst weather for murder.”
I don’t think there’s any good weather for murder, but we knew what she meant.
On Friday, Chef Nature finally turned off the burner on the soup, and yesterday I got the chance to eat breakfast on our front porch.
It was a simple spread: egg, bagel, milk and coffee (made every morning by my husband). I read a bit of my latest mystery.* A light breeze lifted the scent of lavender. Our wind chime chimed. Song sparrows sang.
I may become a morning person yet.
Ask me on Monday.
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My latest mystery is "The Fellowship of Puzzlemakers" by Samuel Burr. A perfect porch read.