Daily Notes- It's Friday. This week has been slower than molasses. I thought it was Saturday two days ago.

 My very own pale pink roses.  The bushes are taller than I am- I had to stand on tippy toes to cut these. and they SMELL so good.  Roses today have no smell.  These are over twenty years old.  The plants. They don't last long.  The first ones I cut dropped all their petals overnight.  So they are twenty four hour roses.

I finished reading yesterday's book (for the second time) and started a new one.  Much Ado About You by Samantha Young. Our six foot tall Editor doesn't get the job at work so she quits and takes a 4 week stint at a Bookstore on the coast of England- overlooking the ocean.  Her first walk into Town she rescues a Great Dane from an oncoming car and crashes into the ground.  Looking up our Editor sees the most beautiful man looking down asking if she is okay.  The dog belongs to him. And the man is taller than she is. He is referred to as The Farmer but I think he might be much more than that.  

Our Editor isn't making things easy for The Farmer and the first and possibly the second week of her stay have already whizzed by.. and we are not even halfway into the book. And...I quite like the way Samantha Young writes and will be making a photocopy of the other titles she has.

I am guessing I chose the book in an online search--(it's from another library in Maine).- because of the English Bookstore.  I tend to gravitate to books with a bookstore in the blurb.  I am reminded of having a large index card with many many books listed.  And finding half of them to be YA when I searched libraries.  Young Adult.  This one isn't. Our Editor got wasted in the local pub her first evening and sang some naughty show tunes.  And the Farmer held her hair back while she puked.  He shows up with lunch nearly every day.  This is something I always like.  

I'm......well, today an article on the FRONT PAGE OF THE NEWSPAPER reinforced what I know to be true of the State of Maine.  Not the part where I live (so much) but the Vast Landmass North of where I live.  Neo Nazi White followers are being ASKED to COME TO MAINE, to buy up all the cheap land and property (interior land and property- not Coastal where rich people live)- TO BUY GUNS...... to set up schools and to live NASTY EVER AFTER. In The Great White State Of Maine.

I am just.........geez.  Speechless.  But.....dear Readers....not surprised.