A walk in the spring woods on a day in early May is a delightful way to spend a Saturday especially when you have gotten up way too early to attend a plant sale where you buy your usual assortment of specimens that you know are going to die anyway because you’re just a plop-them-in-the-ground-and-hope-for-the-best-kind of gardener. Those horticultural society gardeners are serious folks, and early-risers too, (worse than garage sales), and usually by the time I get there everything is picked over and the half-price sale is on. They are quite horrified when I ask for something in pink, blue or lavender. The best they could come up with was some purple iris, a wilted Virginia bluebell, a day lily of unspecified colour, and a spinster gooseberry. (There was only one left, and the guy did warn me that his did not bear fruit because he didn’t have two, but hey that’s the way nature sometimes works.) He also tried to interest me in some leftover red and black currant bushes, but I passed on those as I remember having a row of those on the farm. Mainly because it was my job to pick them so my mother could make a red currant pie, which only my father ate as the currants were so sour. The birds ate the black currants. The single gooseberry bush did produce 2 or 3 berries occasionally, so I have faith.
Anyway, as the sale was winding down, several of my friends who belong to the Hort. Society invited me in for pizza, but I declined, because I didn’t really know the rest of the volunteers, and they might think I was just there for the free lunch, (people can be funny that way) so I went for a walk in a nearby park instead. It was a perfect spring day – sunny, a light breeze, not too hot, not too cold.
This particular park is about 100 acres in size and borders Lake Huron, and although I have been there many times – to the animal farm, the picnic pavilions, and of course the beach, I had never walked the densely wooded trail which is where these pictures were taken, (with my new camera which I am still figuring out). Early spring is best, when the trees are just starting to leaf out, and before tick season starts. The rest of the park contains more typical open areas, with lots of walking paths and tall trees. The wooded area is a favorite spot for birders, and there was certainly plenty of birdsong that morning, although I only saw two other people. Everyone else must have been out buying gifts for their mothers.
This area is an example of a Carolinian forest, a type of deciduous forest which spans the eastern US from Northern Carolina up into southern Ontario. (Wikepedia link) You can go either right or left on the trails, I chose right.
There were lots of pretty spring wildflowers in the woods.
And quite a bit of dead wood off the trails.
There were patches of white trilliums, which are our provincial flower, mostly seen on drivers licenses and heath cards, except for a few short weeks in the early spring. (These pictures were taken May 10). Trilliums have 3 flowers and 3 petals, hence the name, and also come in other colours. You are not supposed to pick the flowers, because they only have a few short weeks to store up enough energy and nutrients for the rest of the year, which is why they bloom in early spring when the tree canopy is lighter and sunshine is at the max.
Tree canopy – the only time of year you can see that particular shade of chartreuse green.
I remember the bush on the back of my parents farm being full of trilliums and one year my cousin and I picked masses of them and brought them up to the house for our mothers for Mother’s Day, only to be told by my dad that it was against the law to pick trilliums. I was about eight and had visions of the RCMP hunting us down! White trilliums are a favourite food of white tailed deer which is why the provincial parks often use annual trillium surveys to monitor the local deer population.
It is against the law to pick them in provincial parks, where they are so plentiful they probably deserve their own blog. Maybe next spring…
I didn’t do both trails, as like the trilliums I wanted to conserve enough energy to visit the turtles, so I drove the car around to the small lake in the middle of the park, and parked in front of it, (there were no signs – I checked). There were wild crab-apple trees along the path to the spot where the turtles like to hang out.
There’s nothing like the smell of apple blossoms.
The turtles like to sunbathe on a log that juts out into the mini-lake. They have their own fan club on sunny days. There are baby turtles too, but I didn’t see any that day. (I’m not sure why the water looks that shade?)
This was on the opposite side of the water so I was happy to have the camera with the 30X zoom lens, and the optical viewfinder so I can frame shots on sunny days. (It’s hard to find a digital camera with both – mine’s a Panasonic Lumix – Model DMC-ZS60 with a LCD rear view screen and a old-fashioned viewfinder in the top corner. I bought it in 2022, so there may be newer models out now.)
This turtle pond at a local nursery also has the same putrid looking water, but is home to 12 turtles waiting for their “forever pond.”
I’ll add one of mom’s paintings for old time’s sake. I really missed her on this first Mother’s Day without her, and the first time I hadn’t bought a card in fifty years.
When I returned to the car a group of nice young park rangers were gathered around it debating whether to ticket me for parking illegally but as they had not yet installed the warning signs, and I pleaded that I’d had heart surgery and couldn’t walk that far, I got off on a promise of good behaviour. (Really, that excuse could be good forever.) I concluded my walk with a short visit to the beach, because you know summer is just around the corner! Then I went home and had a two hour nap from all that fresh air!
One of the things I missed about blogging was that it encouraged me to focus on the positive things in life – good books, good food, new experiences and the beauty of the nature. I’ve started walking again, although my stamina isn’t what it used to be, and one of my favorite sights this spring was this expanse of wild daffodils nestled among the wooded acreage of an old mansion. Whoever planted these heirloom bulbs years ago, deserves credit for spreading such joy every spring. The video is only ten seconds, but it’s my first time uploading video so I hope it works.
These are from my garden, which has been sadly neglected over the past three years. No spring clean up going on here! I did plant 100 bulbs last fall, so I would have something to look forward to, but they barely made a dent. The daffodils were cheerful though, and the Siberian squill/wood squill/scilla bloomed at the same time. The woods above also have scilla, although they must have bloomed earlier this year. It’s always nice to have the contrast of yellow with blue or purple.
Although my grape hyacinths didn’t bloom until after the daffodils were done.
And the purple vinca later still.
These bell shaped blue flowers I bought at the horticultural society plant sale five years ago, are faithful spring arrivals.
There, I remembered how to do media. I bought a new camera in the fall of 2022, but I never really learned how to use it, so when I shot the photos in the woods, the camera setting was mistakenly on burst 4K video. So I had to figure out how to make screenshots of the video bursts and then crop the bottom play part out, which took more time than I care to admit. I hope you enjoy these early signs of spring. Stay tuned for next week, A Walk in the Spring Woods.
Hello Dear Readers….if I have any left after 2 years? Yes, it’s been that long since I posted – April 2023. So much has happened since then, which I will leave for another post, but I just wanted to reblog a book review I wrote in the summer of 2022, Miss Austen – by Gil Hornby. Masterpiece Theatre will be showing a 4 part mini-series adaptation of the book starting on Sunday May 4, at 8/9pm on your local PBS station. It aired previously this year in England on the BBC.
Just before I stopped posting, WordPress had changed to the new block editor, so it may take me awhile to navigate here and learn all the changes since then, and banish that evil AI from my WordPress kingdom. Plus I bought a new laptop this week, also a learning curve, so please forgive me if you leave a comment, and I don’t reply right away. I promise it won’t be two years! Joni PS. There that wasn’t so bad. I may be rusty at this blogging business, but it seems I still know how to write a long run-on sentence!
If you have not read the 1923 book or seen the 1992 movie it’s a charming story set in Portofino on the Italian Riveria.
First sign of spring.Wild woodland daffodils“If thou of fortune be bereft, and in thy store there be but left two loaves, sell one, and with the dole, buy hyacinths to feed thy soul.” More soul food…..Grape hyacinthsThese two red tulips have been blooming in the same spot for thirty years. I’m glad I got the rose bushes pruned in early April as we had five days of summer-like weather. Okay, so it’s not the Mediterranean, but the water was blue and it was 82 F…. ….and there were people on the beach, in bathing suits in mid-April! The warm spell brought all the magnolia blossoms out, but was followed a few days later by wet flurries and since then two weeks of cool cloudy rainy weather. Chartreuse spring green against a blue sky.It was nice to sit outside and listen to the birdsong and read…and enjoy the longer hours of daylight. (Photo taken at dusk with the zoom lens I have not quite mastered yet!) I enjoyed this book, although not as much as her first book, WinteringLooking forward to May and more flowers!
For more on the book and movie Enchanted April see link to my 2018 blog here.
Valentine’s Day tulips enjoying a sunbath.Snowdrops in early March…..a promising sign.But then it snowed…..covering up the crocus tips.And then it snowed some more – 3 snow storms and 3 ice storms in March. I’m more than ready for spring. The only good thing about this time of year is that it melts quickly, allowing for a walk in the park.These seagulls are tired of freezing their tails off. Some winters the bay freezes over deep enough to allow ice fishing, but this year it was just thin sheets of shifting ice. The resident ducks foraging for food….there’s a shortage of french fries this time of year.It makes you want to fly south….. (action shot taken with old camera, it’s been too cold to take the new camera out when I’m still trying to figure out the settings)….or stay inside and bake bread…(my new favorite find – good with chili or soup)….and dream of summer days again. (The Luncheon of the Boating Party is one of my favorite paintings, but I don’t know about this puzzle, the pieces are so tiny….)
March has been cold and snowy, with no sign of spring in sight. All the better to stay inside when the blustery winds blow and bundle up with a bestseller, especially by one of your favorite authors.
What actually is a bestseller? For years I naively thought a bestseller was a book so good that everyone wanted to read it, and the bestseller list was a compilation of such books, although constantly changing as new ones were published and sales dropped off. But my friend who used to own an independent bookstore and dealt with publishers and reps all the time, tells me it’s strictly a numbers game – bestseller status is based on the number of books ordered period, regardless of whether the book is good or bad, or later remaindered due to poor sales. So if you are a popular author, even if you write a substandard, mediocre book, everyone will order it anyway based on your stellar reputation and profitable track record, although I suppose if you put out enough clunkers your fall from literary grace might be quite rapid.
So lets take a look at six of the best-sellers I’ve read this winter, since I last did a book review in October. These are some of my favorite authors, although not necessarily my favorite books by them. Four are established authors at the top of their game, one is a relative newbie….and then there’s Harry. I’ve noticed that books, like movies, seem to be getting longer. Most of these top 400 pages, thus requiring a substantial time commitment, so read on to see if you’re interested. I’ve also included a peek into the creative inspiration behind some of the books.
Publishers Blurb: For most of the last hundred years, Biloxi was known for its beaches, resorts, and seafood industry. But it had a darker side. It was also notorious for corruption and vice, everything from gambling, prostitution, bootleg liquor, and drugs to contract killings. The vice was controlled by a small cabal of mobsters, many of them rumored to be members of the Dixie Mafia.
Keith Rudy and Hugh Malco grew up in Biloxi in the sixties and were childhood friends, as well as Little League all-stars. But as teenagers, their lives took them in different directions. Keith’s father became a legendary prosecutor, determined to “clean up the Coast.” Hugh’s father became the “Boss” of Biloxi’s criminal underground. Keith went to law school and followed in his father’s footsteps. Hugh preferred the nightlife and worked in his father’s clubs. The two families were headed for a showdown, one that would happen in a courtroom.
My Opinion: This sounded good, even if I didn’t know where Biloxi was (Mississippi), and generally I enjoy John Grisham’s legal thrillers, but at 400 pages, with the first 200 pages just setting the scene of corruption and vice, I seriously thought about abandoning it halfway through. Where were the editors? There’s more about the crime world than anyone would ever care to read. Then when something finally does happen midway, it’s way too sad…..and it gets sadder…..with a poignant although predictable ending. (3 stars out of 5)
A friend of mine, who was a grade two teacher, said she always thinks of her students as that age, full of love and promise, and when she hears of a criminal trajectory to someone’s life, it’s hard to reconcile the bright inquisitive kid she knew with the adult person they ended up being. So many kids are just products of their environment, with little hope of a different life.
John Grisham has written 28 consecutive number-one fiction bestsellers, and his books have sold 300 million copies worldwide. He is one of only three authors to have surpassed 2 million copies on a first printing. (Wikipedia)
Introduction to the Book: Elin Hilderbrand started her writing career writing short stories. In 1990, her senior year at John Hopkins, she had a story called “Misdirection” accepted by Seventeen magazine, which was published in January 1993, for which she was paid the princely sum of 800 dollars. This early boost gave her the belief in herself that she could be a published author. She continued to attend creative writing workshops in NY, at Bread Loaf in Vermont and finally as a graduate of the prestigious University of Iowa creative writing program. She found some success and accumulated at least half a dozen encouraging rejection letters from The New Yorker. She was miserable in Iowa, (she describes the program as very competitive, nearly cutthroat), and missed her family and friends back east and the ocean. The university therapist suggested she start writing about it – so she started her first novel, The Beach Club – set in Nantucket.
Included in this collection are three novellas, short stories and extra chapters that are related but not part of her summer novels. (some were axed by the editors at the time) Three works here have never been published, and the rest only in exclusive editions or in electronic form.
My Opinion: I have a love/hate relationship with Elin Hilderbrand’s books. I swear never to read another one and then every July I end up reading her annual beach book. So it pains me to admit I enjoyed these short stories more than I expected to, and more than some of her books.
There is an introduction to each story first and a pairing to a previous book – she admits the stories will make more sense if you’ve read the original novels. (Is this a clever marketing tool or what?)
But I also have to admit that for some of her earlier pairings, I couldn’t even remember what the book was about let alone the characters in it. Her books are all so similar that the characters often seem interchangeable. For example – The Surfing Lesson (read with Beautiful Day) is a prequel which deals with some of the history between her main character Margot and her husband, two characters I had no absolutely no recall of let alone the storyline. The Tailgate (read with the Matchmaker) Prequel – has a younger Dabney, a student at Harvard attending the Yale-Harvard football game with her boyfriend. Barbie’s Wedding – read with the Rumor – is a sequel involving two of the minor characters in the book getting married. The Country Club – was a prequel to The Identicals set in 1960’s explaining the background of two of the characters who came from different backgrounds. The author mentions that she rented an apartment in the Beacon Hill neighborhood of Boston for six weeks to edit the first draft of that novel, (for maximum concentration, it’s important to be away from home), and was walking and reading about the neighbourhood, and thought she must set a story here someday. Frank Sinatra Drive was a “previously unpublished extra chapter” or alternative ending to The Perfect Couple, which I remember reading but can’t remember the original ending, although I think that was the book with the drowning/murder mystery the night before the wedding weekend and the bride and the best man eloped at the end? But the short story was told from the best man’s POV. She says her inspiration for the story and the name was a vacation in Palm Springs.
The last three were longer novellas. I could recall these more recent books more easily – The Sixth Wedding – read with 28 Summers – if you have not read this downer of a book the main character dies at the end and this novella sequel deals with what happens to her friends and family after her death. She’s written a couple of books like that, one where she killed off the main character in the first chapter. But it’s nice to know life goes on down here on earth for your characters.
The Summer of 79 and Summer of 89 – are novella sequels to her popular novel, Summer of 69. Here she titles the chapters with songs of the decade again. As an 80’s chick you could tell she was having fun with the music, clothes, and popular culture references.
Also fun was a short story called The Workshop – dealing with her week at a summer creative writing workshop in Vermont – the strange characters, the brutal criticism, her constant desire to pack up and go home. Regarding this story, she writes, “This extra chapter has never been published. People often ask what I do when my editor suggests changes or revisions I don’t agree with. The answer is I make them anyway. One edict I have sworn by is my editor is always right. In the first draft of The Golden Girl my main character Vivian attends the U of Iowa Writers Workshop just like I did. I wrote what I though was a vivid (and very funny) chapter where I finally got to describe my experience – the good, the bad and the ugly. I thought the chapter was brilliant. My editor found it distracting and suggested I cut it. I rewrote the chapter into a prequel, changed it to Breadloaf in Vermont and summer of 1995 but the brutal juicy details workshop details remain.”
My editor is always right??? I think I’d be too much of a control freak for that….
Overall, this was a good read. You could tell she enjoyed writing it and it gave me a different perspective on the author’s background and creative process. Also I remember Seventeen Magazine publishing short stories. After all what is a novel but a short story with 400 pages! (4 out of 5 stars)
Elin Hilerbrand has written 34 books. I remember reading her first novel The Beach Club and being impressed with it, probably because I always wanted to visit Nantucket, and then I forgot about her for a decade or two until the librarian recommended one of her books.
Publisher’s Blurb:Olivia McAfee, along with her six year old son, fleas a picture perfect but abusive marriage to a charming heart surgeon with a darker side, and returns to her hometown to take over her deceased father’s beekeeping farm. The book opens with a phone call – her now teenaged son, has been charged with the death of his girlfriend, Lily, the new girl in town. Adamant that he is innocent, she hires her brother as his defense attorney, while also acknowledging that she has seen flashes of his father’s temper in her son and eventually she realizes he’s hidden more than he’s shared with her. Billed as a suspense novel, and an unforgettable love story, and a powerful exploration of the secrets we keep and the risks we take to become ourselves.
My Opinion: This is a return to Jodi Picoult’s regular format – a timely topic and a legal/court case – but’s it’s the first time she’s written a book with someone else. There is a photo of them both on the back which I glanced at but I couldn’t figure out why she would be co-writing, as the prose just seemed like her usual style. She admitted in the acknowledgements that she had been wanting to do a book about this for some time but felt she lacked the expertise to do it justice. (If she had realized that about AI and Egyptian hieroglyphics/archaeology that would have spared us The Book of Two Ways.)
I found the first half of this book a bit draggy, good but not overly so, but when the court case starts and a witness drops a bombshell of a revelation, then it made sense. The chapters are told in alternating POV’s, the mother of the accused teenager, and the girl victim. The victim’s chapters are told in reverse order, with the first being her home sick for the day and opening the door to her murderer, (there are four or five possible suspects) and the last chapter being her move to the new town. It’s an effective and necessary, (to establish the murder as opposed to an accident) although at times confusing method. The mothers POV is more straightforward. I found the last half of the book absolutely mesmerizing, and stayed up way too late several nights to finish it – it’s long at 430 pages.
This novel is bookclub material as there would be lots to discuss. I can’t say more for fear of spoilers, but it was a riveting read, somewhat disturbing but in a thought-provoking way. Let’s just say it would not be to everyone’s taste, but it was certainly educational. (It reminded me of her novel Small Great Things, about the black OB nurse and the white supremacists) (4 stars out of 5)
The author’s notes at the back were interesting to read, especially about how the book came to be. Jennifer Finney Boylan woke from a strange dream in which she was writing a novel with Jodi Picoult – there were three characters in the dream. She went on Twitter and tweeted about it and moments later got a private message from Jodi Picoult, who she had never met, although they had read and admired each other’s work, asking what the book was about. After she gave her a short premise, Jodi wrote in caps, “OMG I LOVE THIS LET’S DO IT.” As Jodi was just starting work on her novel, The Book of Two Ways, it was several years before they could begin work. Jodi also wrote that pandemic novel, Wish You Were Here, as well so she must be a fast writer. They finally started sketching out the plot in the spring of 2020 just as the pandemic hit. Jennifer Finley spent several weeks on the floor with the two stories – Olivia’s and Lily’s, taping them into a storyboard. They agreed that Jodi would write Olivia’s and Jennifer would write Lily’s, but they decided they would each write one chapter from the other’s protagonist POV, but by the time they had edited and re-edited she said she was unable to remember who had written what, although she admits to imitating each other’s style, and it does flow seamlessly. It’s masterfully plotted and written, but as Jodi acknowledged, bound to inspire some hate mail. Note: the apiary/bee facts fits in nicely with the story and there are even some recipes at the end. (Jodi Picoult has written 29 novels.)
Publishers Blurb: It’s a party to end all parties, but not everyone is here to celebrate.On New Year’s Eve, Rhys Lloyd has a house full of guests. His vacation homes on Mirror Lake are a success, and he’s generously invited the village to drink champagne with their wealthy new neighbors. But by midnight, Rhys will be floating dead in the freezing waters of the lake.
On New Year’s Day, Ffion Morgan has a village full of suspects. The tiny community is her home, so the suspects are her neighbors, friends and family—and Ffion has her own secrets to protect. With a lie uncovered at every turn, soon the question isn’t who wanted Rhys dead…but who finally killed him.In a village with this many secrets, murder is just the beginning.
My Opinion:
I loved the jacket blurb, “At midnight one of them is dead, By morning they are all suspects.” Brief and to the point – and doesn’t that just sum up a closed door murder mystery? It takes a special talent to write publishing PR – I know I couldn’t do it.
While I enjoyed this book and her previous psychological thrillers, this wasn’t one my favorites. It’s long at 400 pages and slow at unfolding the motives with different POV’s in different chapters and there are a lot of suspects to keep track of, and some of them have teenage children. So many suspects, that she provides a map at the beginning of who lives in the various chalets at the luxury resort and in the village and along the lake. As well some of the chapters are told in present time and others in flashback. It’s a big and cumbersome plot, and IMO there was a major flaw in the murder method, as the person could easily have killed their own family member. It’s set in Wales where the author lives, but I didn’t get much of an impression of the scenery, other than cold and gloomy. It’s winter and the book opens with a New Years Day “Polar Plunge” swim in the lake where the body is found. (The only other book I’ve read set in Wales was How Green Was My Valley way back in high school.)
The author introduces a new detective, DC Morgan, who partners with a detective from England, as initially they are unsure whose jurisdiction the murder occurred in as the lake is divided between the two countries. There’s even a bit of a love story between them, if you can call a New Years Eve pickup in a bar with aliases in the first chapter, a romance, but after that it’s zero chemistry. I didn’t find either of the detectives very likeable, or interesting, so I’m not sure if I’ll be checking out any of the planned sequels. (3 1/2 out of 5 stars)
Clare MacIntosh has written 8 books, mostly mysteries or psychological thrillers. There was an interesting Q&A at the back of the book, where the author answers the question – “You have an enormous list of plausible suspects throughout the book. When in the writing process do you decide on the final villain?” “The Last Party was really hard to write. My readers are clover and I knew I needed to give them a twisty murder to unpick. The villain actually changed between the lst and 2nd draft because of the way a particular character took shape as I wrote. I find it fun to think about everyone’s motive and love dealing with multiple suspects. I was a police officer for many years and writing a mystery is like investigating a murder in reverse. (page 418)
Publishers Blurb:
In an inspiring follow-up to her critically acclaimed, #1 bestselling memoir Becoming, former First Lady Michelle Obama shares practical wisdom and powerful strategies for staying hopeful and balanced in today’s highly uncertain world.
There may be no tidy solutions or pithy answers to life’s big challenges, but Michelle Obama believes that we can all locate and lean on a set of tools to help us better navigate change and remain steady within flux. In The Light We Carry, she opens a frank and honest dialogue with readers, considering the questions many of us wrestle with: How do we build enduring and honest relationships? How can we discover strength and community inside our differences? What tools do we use to address feelings of self-doubt or helplessness? What do we do when it all starts to feel like too much?
Michelle Obama offers readers a series of fresh stories and insightful reflections on change, challenge, and power, including her belief that when we light up for others, we can illuminate the richness and potential of the world around us, discovering deeper truths and new pathways for progress. Drawing from her experiences as a mother, daughter, spouse, friend, and First Lady, she shares the habits and principles she has developed to successfully adapt to change and overcome various obstacles–the earned wisdom that helps her continue to “become.” She details her most valuable practices, like “starting kind,” “going high,” and assembling a “kitchen table” of trusted friends and mentors. With trademark humor, candor, and compassion, she also explores issues connected to race, gender, and visibility, encouraging readers to work through fear, find strength in community, and live with boldness.
“When we are able to recognize our own light, we become empowered to use it,” writes Michelle Obama. A rewarding blend of powerful stories and profound advice that will ignite conversation, The Light We Carry inspires readers to examine their own lives, identify their sources of gladness, and connect meaningfully in a turbulent world.
My Opinion: Wow, that blurb was a lot to live up to – and it didn’t. I loved her first book Becoming, as it was about her life story, but this was more of an abstract philosophy book, a genre which is not generally to my taste. I’m more of a Tell-Me-A-Story kind of reader, but others might enjoy it though. Billed a a guide to overcoming in uncertain times, I did not find it hopeful/optimistic, (it’s hard to be today), although parts of it were good. I found her comments about children especially insightful, especially what she learned about parenting from Toni Morrison “When a kid walks in the room, your child or anybody else’s child, does your face light up? That’s what they are looking for. When my children used to walk in the room when they were little, I looked at them to see if they’d buckled their trousers, or if their hair was combed, or if their socks were up, she said. You think your affection and your deep love is on display, because you’re caring for them. It’s not. When they see you, they see the critical face. What’s wrong now.” She goes on to say that many of us spend a lifetime registering the presence of critical faces around us and feeling bombarded by judgement and that what Morrison decided to do – dial back the judgement and just be glad to see them, was what her own parents did for her – she was giving them a simple message of enoughness. She was validating their light, that unique bit of brightness inside each of them, and showing them it was there and it belonged to them, a power they could carry for themselves. (3.5 stars out of 5…because it’s Michelle)
Still it was better than Barrack Obama’s 700 page presidential memoir, which I abandoned about 200 pages in (all those primaries) which covered his early political career up until the end of his first term. Wasn’t there supposed to be a sequel about his second term? (It probably doesn’t matter if they got $60 million for the deal.) His 2020 memoir A Promised Land sold 900,000 copies in the first 24hrs, whereas Michelle’s sold 725,000 in the first 24hrs but then went on to sell 10 million copies worldwide, mostly by word of mouth, thus illustrating my definition of a bestseller.
And then there’s Harry….
This was definitely a bestseller, although his latest PR event – $60 for a copy of the book and the privilege of a watching an exclusive interview – might indicate that sales didn’t quite meet expectations. (I borrowed mine from the library.) It’s divided into three sections, his early life after his mother’s death, his army life, and his life after meeting Meghan. The book was reputed to have been written by a celebrity ghostwriter, as Harry himself admits he had difficulty in school sitting and reading a book. I suspect he probably dictated it. In the opening chapter he is walking around the gardens with William and Charles after Prince Phillips funeral, and they just don’t understand why he left – so he felt he needed to write the book to explain it to them….(in 400 pages). I found the overall tone of the book way too melodramatic, but it was a fascinating read, although not for the reasons that Harry might wish. He’s obviously a damaged soul, so I’ll spare you the four pages of notes that I made after I finished. It’s definitely bookclub material, but it just made me feel sad for all of them.
Cherry Cheesecake is a classic Valentine’s Day dessert. It’s red so it fits the color theme of the day. It’s rich and decadent. And lastly, you can justify the calories as it’s Valentine’s Day which only comes once a year.
I know that fancy flavored cheesecakes like salted caramel chocolate-pecan or pumpkin spice are more popular now, but you can buy those ready-made or order them in a restaurant if you want to try a piece. For real cheesecake I prefer the no-bake variety, from a recipe I inherited from my mother in the eighties – it’s quick, easy and delicious, not to mention rich and creamy. I find many baked cheesecakes tend to be on the dry side. I think the recipe originated on the side of the Philadelphia cream cheese box. My mother often made this as an Easter dessert but one year she bought the onion-flavored cream cheese by mistake, and my SIL took the first bite and said, well this certainly tastes different! Needless to say, the rest of it went in the garbage. For a crowd, she would double the ingredients and make it in a long 9X13 glass pan, so it was quite a waste.
So, let’s travel back to the decade when hair was big, shoulder pads were bigger, music was loud and cholesterol didn’t exist. You can throw this cheesecake together in five minutes, because as an Eighties Chick you have more important things to do, like listen to rock and roll! (Musical interlude – insert your 80’s song of choice here)
The ingredients:
One 6oz. round ready-made graham cracker pie crust (unless you prefer to make your own and/or have a heart shaped pan).
1 can (14 oz – 420ml) sweetened condensed milk (Do not confuse with evaporated milk – Canadian cans are 300ml so I had to buy two cans and waste half)
1 package (8 oz – 250g) Philadelphia cream cheese (softened at room temperature)
1/3 cup lemon juice – bottled or fresh (or to taste. When I googled this old recipe there were some complaints about 1/3 cup being too much and making it too runny, some people used 1/4 cup (60ml) or even less, so I started at 30ml and adjusted to taste using about 60ml total, but I think I could have used the 80ml. My lemon juice was a mixture of water, lemon juice and lemon oil. You have to add some lemon juice to cut the sweetness.)
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1 can (21 oz – 540ml ) cherry pie filling (I like E.D. Smith brand, the Regular one not the or Light and Fruity which has 1/3 less sugar and calories but a tarter taste. I wouldn’t want to calculate the overall calorie count and saturated fat percentage for this dessert as in the 80’s we didn’t worry about those things. A night of dancing would wear that off in no time.)
The Directions:
In a medium bowl, beat cream cheese until light and fluffy.
Beat in sweetened condensed milk.
Add lemon juice and vanilla and stir until well mixed.
Here I am chillin in the fridge surrounded by all the healthy stuff like oranges, yogurt and blueberries.
Pour filling into crust and chill for 2-3 hours – it will be softer than a baked cheesecake.
Top with cherry pie filling. I often don’t do this until a few hours before serving, to make sure the mixture has set properly. Really the whole thing is better made the day before to allow the flavours to blend.
Rich and creamy.These plates were a thrift store find.
I made this for a Harvest Tea several years ago pre-pandemic and the Group of Six art ladies really enjoyed it.
This post was inspired by a small exhibit my mother had at the library a few years ago titled Winter Fun. My mother often paints her memories, but many of our favorite winter activities have been popular forever.You can never build too many snowmen….Real or…..….on canvas. Outdoor skating party – 1902 – photo courtesy of the county archives. In an area blessed with lakes and rivers skating has always been popular, although it must have been difficult to skate in a long skirt and coat. I remember my dad saying he had saved up $5 to buy a pair of skates towards the end of the Depression. He was thirteen. My mother recalls a boy she liked asking her to go skating with him but she didn’t have any skates so she stayed home. Later that afternoon he went with another friend and drowned in the river. No wonder arenas are so popular here, especially now that the river never freezes over. The city used to have an outdoor rink but any dad will tell you how much work they are to maintain, especially during a mild winter. Skating on Lake Chipican – a small inlet off Lake Huron – photo 1961. The same lake today – but not quite as busy. Sometimes you see games of pick-up hockey, but often it isn’t cold enough to freeze other than a small patch near the shore. (My photo – 2022) Hockey on the Pond (2015) – with the family dogs. When I was a kid we used to skate on the pond behind the barn with my cousins. The boys would play hockey and we would pretend to be figure skaters. Me at age 6 – and are those corduroy pants? I remember being upset that I had to wear black boy’s skates, but by the time the arena opened in town I had white ones. The nicest thing about skating in the arena was listening to the music – all those great 60’s hits blaring over the loudspeaker. Note the wide open fields – once we skated all the way to the bush at the back of the farm when a layer of freezing rain/ice had formed on top of the snow. Another version of Skating Behind the Barn (2016)The Barn in Winter (2005) – behind the house was a large yard, where we would play fox and goose in the snow (google the rules) and build snow forts. I only remember the bus being cancelled once for a snow day….it must have been an exceptionally bad storm as we were off school for 3 days. Tobogganing was another popular (and sometimes dangerous) sport if there was a steep enough hill nearby. When I was a teenager I broke my tailbone on the slats of the toboggan when my neighbour who was pulling us with his skidoo went too fast and we hit a bump. After I had almost passed out from the pain, I ended up on the couch and missed a whole week of school. Winter Fun (2017) I remember an after-school tobogganing party in grade 8 in a gully with trees – it horrifies me now to even think about it. A small man-made hill in a nearby park (with a gentle slope and no trees in sight) still attracts a few kids. Including this little one with the neon-pink-glow-in-the-dark sled. Not sure who was having more fun, the kid or her parents! Horsing Around (2014) – On the day my mother and her family moved to their new farm in the country, it was snowing and bitterly cold. Looking out the window, she saw my dad and his brother coming up the lane with a team of horses to see if they needed any help setting up the wood stove. (The year was 1944, and tractors were not common yet, nor furnaces.) They were both 18 and eventually got married. I guess you could say she married the boy next door! On The Way to Gramma’s House (2014) – After a day spent outdoors there’s nothing like a cookie and a warm welcome at gramma’s house. How many more days until Spring Thaw (2005)?
Usually I don’t mind January even if it is cold, dark and dreary. It’s a quiet month, a welcome respite after the rush of the holidays and a perfect time for quiet reflection or creative projects. But as we start year four of the COVID pandemic, (yes, hard to believe), along with flu, RSV and those nasty Christmas colds still circulating – well, it’s hard not to resent being stuck inside once again. For some inspiration on how to turn a bad attitude into gratitude (so cozy to be cocooning among the comforts of home), I turned to Danish author, Meik Viking’s latest addition to his growing list of hygge/happiness books.
Because the world needs more hygge!
Here’s the publishers blurb:
The author of the New York Times bestseller The Little Book of Hygge, helps you turn your home into your happy, cozy safe place.
The urge to nest and control our close environments has never been stronger. We spend more time in our homes than anywhere else—but the way in which our homes impact how we feel has remained relatively unexplored until now.
Backed with Danish design principles, years of research, case studies and a sprinkle of hygge, Meik Wiking has created the ultimate guide to turning your home, office, or wherever you may be, into your happy place.
The Hygge Home will teach us all how to create a much-needed cozy safe space in our homes into which we can retreat to escape the tough things going on in the outside world. Meik will explore the size of our spaces, the way we decorate our homes, the amount of natural light coming in, how much access to green space we have and how we can extend these design principles from inside our homes to our neighbourhoods and beyond. Meik is guaranteed to help you create a home and safe space where you can both live and thrive.
Discussion:
If you have read his previous books, The Little Book of Hygge or The Little Book of Lykke, (Denmark is home to the world’s happiest people and the author is the CEO of the Happiness Institute) this is basically the same book, although much larger in dimensions (9X11) but with the same small print. There are plenty of pretty pictures of fireplaces scenes and cocoa…
….and advice about cooking and stocking your pantry. “A well stocked pantry is comforting….if there is an abundance of food, mankind would preserve it from earliest times.” Of course stockpiling provisions for the winter was always a matter of survival for our ancestors, so when my relatives reported those 10 bushels of apples on the 1861 census they were also preventing scurvy as there was no fresh fruit available at the general store. “No matter what is going on if there is something to eat at home and a well-stocked pantry, fridge or kitchen cupboard, there is a fail-safe way to hygge hunker down during events beyond our control, whether it is a blizzard or a global pandemic.”
My pantry/freezer is so well stocked that I may not have to venture out until March!
There is a section on pre-cluttering – a term I had not heard before, but he says stop and think before you buy that pancake batter dispenser. Does anyone really need a pancake batter dispenser – no but I’m tempted, it sounds like a handy thing if you make pancakes.
There are also readers stories, like the man who wrote and said what a difference lighting a candelabra at supper had made to his family’s dinner table conversation, no more teenagers shoveling food in and then disappearing back to the company of their electronic devices, plus it saves on hydro too. (This is so true, walk into any candle-lit restaurant and don’t you feel an instant sense of calm descend…..until you see the bill.)
There are anecdotes, like Cezanne designing his studio in the south of France for the best possible painting conditions, and the author’s own search for a writing room of his own. I envy him his walnut desk which he bought with his first royalty cheque. I myself would love to find “a desk that begs you to sit down and write,” although I’m usually okay once I get started.
Overall, there was less about what constitutes hygee (book one) or happiness (book two) here, and more about lighting, design, workplaces, green spaces and city planning etc – he is Danish after all and so many people have been working from home…..and hope to stay there.
I suppose if you have great literary success with a unique formula you can just keep re-inventing it and readers will continue to buy it. Although it was somewhat repetitive, I did enjoy this book because it was fun and sometimes you just need a light comforting read. Plus it made me feel better about hibernating indoors.
What else helped? (or applying the principles)
The weather has been mild and above freezing most days with little to no snow, other than that mini-blizzard at Christmas – very strange weather for January, but good for walking, if you don’t mind walking in the misty rain. It hasn’t been very hygge though – hygge requires the contrast between coming in from the bitter cold to a warm and comforting environment.
Almost a month into winter, and the most snow we’ve seen has been on my mother’s puzzle.
It was a really nice puzzle – German made, not a brand or artist I was familiar with or could credit the photo to.
I haven’t worn my down-filled parka even once as…..
the only thing chili has been in a pot.
Channeling my ancestors – freezer provisions for Superbowl Sunday.
There have been plenty of books, (reviews to follow sometime) including this one which I’m just starting. The 86 yr old Swedish author, Margareta Magnusson, wrote The Gentle Art of Swedish Death Cleaning – a bestseller several years ago, the gist of which was don’t leave a mess for your heirs to clean up. (That’s fine but how do you know when you’re going to die – you might live another ten years and wouldn’t you want your treasures around you until then? Where’s the hygge in that?) She must have decluttered the book, as it’s a very slim 130 pages, more of a memoir really than a decluttering guide, although there is an appendix chapter at the end. I seem to have zero interest in cleaning and reorganizing this January – the maids cancelled again and I just don’t care – let the dust and the glitter from the Christmas decorations reign supreme.
There was a batch of brownies – the kind with lots of icing – always comforting on a bleak winter’s day.
And if all else fails, there’s always pie…..channeling my ancestors again.
“Good apple pies are a considerable part of our domestic happiness.” (Jane Austen – letter)
Happy January – from my hygge home to yours! Two more months until spring….yea…..
“There is nothing like staying home for real comfort” – Jane Austen
I was so late decorating this year that I bought my outdoor decor instead of doing my own. By then it was too cold to hack branches off my mother’s pine tree and with a $40 urn on sale for $15 who could resist? Plus the plaid ribbons were so cheerful! $30 hanging baskets were $11 and door wreaths were $5. The matching plaid ribbons from the dollar store were $1 – I do love a bargain. I have a neighbour who is very talented at bow-making and can be bribed with cookies.The partridge was finally hung in the pear tree where he can twirl around in the wind. I was gifted a chocolate truffle Advent calendar the first of December. I’ve never had an Advent calendar before and have to admit it’s a nice idea, portion control and so many sleeps until Christmas and all that, but I have no idea what it has to do with Advent? Nevertheless, I’m thinking of buying a cosmetic one from Marcelle my favorite skin care line, in the Boxing Day sales as what better way to sample new products, and I saw a tea one in the grocery store for a tea lover. (yes, this is how the mad men merchandisers get you.) The season started with the Swiss Chalet Festive Special which is basically the same as their regular meal except for the dollop of cranberry sauce, the scoop of stuffing and the box of five free Lindt chocolates which you pay for with the increased price. Inflation inflation…. and ended with the big turkey dinner and all the fixin’s…..which encored as turkey stew (today) and turkey pie (tomorrow) – that turkey was the gift that kept on giving. Henceforth, it’s back to salads. (New plaid Christmas plates, courtesy of Winners, and the shallow bowls/plates are from the mission thrift shop – 12 plates for $1 each. Just what I need – more china! I kept four and gave the rest away. It makes me sad when I see all the lovely china that must have graced someone’s dinner table at one time so I feel it’s my duty to redistribute it to people who will appreciate it.) Salads…..and more salads. New Years resolution – eat healthier.I was happy to hygge at home…With a bottle of mulled wine – the non-alcoholic kind. and a Christmas puzzleduring the big blizzard of 2022. We got off rather lightly – only six inches of snow but the winds were wicked and the whiteouts fierce. The partridge was not amused.Here’s to a calmer and more peaceful 2023. Happy New Year’s to all my Readers!