Remember, Remember.

Guy Fawkes Day is a blast. Americans really should think about adopting it as the perfect excuse to spout nursery rhymes about revolutionaries and sit around, drinking tea, discussing the fate of the modern world's government systems. I am probably the only one.

Remember, remember, the 5th of November;
The Gunpowder Treason and Plot.
I see no reason
Why the Gunpowder Treason,
Should ever be forgot.


The wind is beginning to wax eloquent on leaves and limbs, as it increases in speed and vehemence. The "cold" front is arriving earlier than predicted. The cats are eyeing the doors, concocting a plan to gain warm, fluffy refuge in the house. It's a perfect day for pictures.

This wonderful autumn weather is book weather. It also enhances the shopping instincts, sharpening that deep seated desire to barricade yourself in a bookstore, amid mountains of delectable books and immserse yourself in that literary escape of reading. Half Price Books was my first campaign, and victory was achieved by finding Burke's Essay on the Sublime and Beautiful for only one dollar. One dollar for such a treasure.

Chocolate and raspberries are the perfect marriage of flavor. I'm enjoying every bite.