It’s Summer and so you have to put up with me writing about vegetables. Vegetables from my garden. Stuff I make from the vegetables from my garden. This has been an odd year. Cool temps too long in the early planting months, too much rain, not enough sun or too much, smothering hot days with…
Author: C C Cedras
One of two authors who are collaborating on a series of romantic suspense novels. Mostly retired lawyer, Mom of Cavalier King Charles spaniels, Fiona and Archie, and the late, great Fergus who is romping over the rainbow until we all get there, currently loving life in my newly-built forever home on the mountain.
I Could Build a Dog, or Two
— Part Two of A Tale of Puppy Poop and A Roomba A few weeks ago, I shared with all of you the consequences of letting a Roomba run wild at night when the puppy has deposited a little pile of poo in its path. In the days that followed, I continued to tinker with…
Good Neighbors, or The Continuing Perils of Pauline
Once again, I come here to tell you about how I got myself into trouble. I’ve mentioned before how wee Fergus and I live alone, in a fairly remote place surrounded by woods. Woods occupied by wildlife some of which is big or at least can run faster than I can. I know I need…
Excerpt from “Eden’s Fall”
Collaboration. It’s a word we use a fair amount around here and I’m here this morning to prove it. Saturdays, K. R. Brorman, S. A. Young and I take turns writing about our collaboration on a series of three (so far) contemporary romantic suspense novels1. K. R. Brorman is the lead author of the first…
The Taste of Summer
This is going to be a hodgepodge I’m afraid. Instead of my usual Thursday morning Activeweah, I am wearing my honey-making clothes today. That is, stuff that absorbs sweat efficiently and goes straight into the washing machine. Shoes included. This might be my last honey production operation — I’m down to one hive, and keep…
Curses, Foiled Again!
Apologies to my Canadian friends, but, BWAHAHAHAHAHA! Sorry. *snort* I’ll be serious. *snicker* I had forgotten how much I love Dudley Do-Right, Snidely Whiplash1, Nell Fenwick and, especially, Horse. Why am I watching cartoons this morning, you ask? Well, *slurps coffee*, it’s because I got into a bit of a jam earlier this week…
A Tale of Puppy Poop and A Roomba
Today’s topic seems self-explanatory. It was not the topic I had intended to write about today, but when I woke up at 5:30 this morning and found what looked like a crime scene in my kitchen, I decided to purge my system here. Sorry about that. I will spare you the before picture. Two things….
Declaration of Independence
On this particular holiday, I’m just going to draw a clumsy analogy between the heroic decisions and actions of the Founding Fathers of the United States of America 240 years ago and the decision that K. R. Brorman, S. A. Young and I made about four years ago to publish our books independently, free of…
Weeds!
Cannabis is quite possibly the ONLY “weed” that does not grow in my garden. Weeds are, truly, the bane of my existence. (Check back with me after a mountainside of forest has shed its leaves and they’ve collected in my garden and everywhere but where they belong — on the forest floor.) I have filled…
Put A Fitness Tracker On It, Oh Oh Oh
This is Thursday, so I’m doing everything in my Activeweah. Worked out with my trainer, went to the hardware store, filled up the gas tank – made my pilgrimage to Starbucks with the puppies – will run into town after this blog post to pick up my farm-raised chickens that were still on the hoof…