A book that inspires and our native Camus blooms.

Do you love finding a great book as much as I do?
I've never been in a book club as I think I read far too slowly to join one.
Oh but I do have a great book on the go at the moment...
you might enjoy this one too....

This book takes place in India 

and tells the story of a woman who grew up in privilege 

now money is scarce

her mansion is crumbling...

"Spanning decades and told in rich rhapsodic prose that takes us from India to England, 

to high peaks of the Himalayas and deep into the Burmese jungle, 

Waiting for the Monsoon is an unforgettable tale of love, loss and the unusual bond between two people" 

(from the jacket cover)

"If her soul had been as spotless as her lawn, she would not have died that year. She was like the old Lloyds.

For years it was the only electric lawnmower for miles around: the fact that it was still functioning was thanks to the brand and not to love. The machine hummed softly as she pushed it along. In the distance she heard the bus starting up for the first run of the day. In one of the houses as the bottom of the road a light came on; the crickets had fallen silent and the birds were still in dreamland. India was slowly awakening..."

(from the jacket cover)

You can read a review here.

I have read over 200 pages and have been transported to another place and time and am enjoying every minute of this adventure!

What are you reading?

I'd love some book recommendations.

The Garry Oak Meadow at school just beyond the playing field.

Can you see those dots of blue scattered in with the yellow buttercups?

I can tell you that this is a special piece of paradise.

Easter lilies dotted this place a few weeks ago

their creamy heads bobbing in the breeze as if they were bonnets.

Camus

The First Nations People used the root for food.

I love the blue and mauve petals they truly glow amid the field.

There is a white Camus which we see rarely

known as Death Camus because it's root is poisonous.

If you drive through town you will glimpse some parks with this blue and mauve native plant.

It's quite stunning massed under the mighty oaks.

It gives me cause to pause and wonder what our land looked like when the settlers first arrived to the land.

I can't wait to see what the field looks like in a few more weeks as all the buds mature and bloom.

Perhaps you'll join me in a future post when I show it again in all it's glory.

Do have yourself a fabulous weekend.

Love that you popped by for a visit.

Until next time...

Be Well.