Out Early. Home Late

Even the mourning doves weren't up yet when I left yesterday to drive to Greenville, S.C.

And it was still foggy down at the pond, though a burning bush lit the way.

The luncheon in Greenville was lovely and it was fun to see some old friends, and some I knew from emails, and some entirely new.

Jill of Fiction Addiction (who also wants to know about that cliff-hanger) put on a fine event and I hope to return to her wonderful store when the Birdie book comes out.

It was a pleasant trip in beautiful weather . . . and I was delighted to be greeted by the full moon -- the Hunter's Moon -- as I turned into our drive around six in the evening.

And now for something completely different:I have a new word -- why didn't I know about steam punk before this and why do I find it so intriguing?

Do you all know what steam punk is? According to my friend Mr. Google, it's been around for over 30 years.

You can expect to hear more about steam punk in a future post!