The Girdle of Melian

ounex is a wee village (hamlet?) that's only ten minutes from Geneva but miles away in terms of quiet, open countryside, and fresh air. It's been mostly grey and chilly these past few weeks, but I think spring is coming this weekend, with sunshine and temperatures rising to 15 degrees. Daffodils and crocuses are already blooming (and look! I know what a crocus is! I didn't, until we moved here. More on this following the photo stream). Here are a few final shots of Founex in autumn and winter: At the crossroads Chateau Bossey Chateau Bossey on another day Crossroads at the Chateau Hello! Highland cow I'm still learning the names of all peaks visible across the lake. I've only memorised two so far, Dent d'Oche (Teeth of the Pasture) and Mole. About 30 to go!, Very low clouds over the lake ...

ounds! It's Insecure Writer's Support Group Day again! And the A to Z Challenge is fast approaching -- the theme reveal blogfest is in three weeks. And the first round of ROW80 for this year will end about that time. Especially because of my theme for A to Z this year (suspense!), I've been reading and rereading books on a certain topic and era -- probably not near enough, but then, I'm still pushing my way through the goal of reading all the books we already own. This has, by necessity, been slightly modified to Books We Already Own That I B(r)ought (in) and Have Been Meaning To Read. This is because every few days I look at the bookshelves and keep seeing the piles of books that I haven't read, and some were gifts, and some were free books from library cast-offs and others are books by authors I like but that I never really intended to read (at least not until my current interests run their course) and so on. And some are all in one pile: the Agatha Chri...