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Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Aquamarines, Castles & Daffodils

Aquamarines, Castles & Daffodils





It’s March. St. Patrick’s Day, wearing of the Green, partying. I’ve had my share of fun on that day and I’m not even Irish. For our blog this month, we had the choice to write about castles, for St. Paddy; aquamarines, March’s birthstone; or daffodils, for spring. I decided to write about all three.

The only castle I’ve seen up close and personal is Windsor Castle on a trip to London some years ago. Below at left is a picture of me in front of the castle. What I remember most about Windsor Castle is the “castle cat.” On the grounds was a beautiful and friendly housecat. We tourists stopped to pet the cat and take pictures. I know. You’re rolling your eyes. But it was a very pretty cat. I loved London and want to go back. Scotland, Wales, and Ireland are on my bucket list. I’d love to see the castles there. Maybe they have “castle cats” too.



Below right is a picture of a tower that is all that’s left of a medieval castle in Italy in the town where my family is from, Ripa Teatina, in Abruzzo. I visited there in 2006. Because my family were peasants, there’s a good chance they were serfs under the castle lords.



Castles are romantic and cool. I love looking at them. But the Middle Ages, when the castles were spread throughout Europe, was a particularly brutal time. The lords and ladies who lived in the castles had all the rights and privileges of class. The peasants and workers not so much. People rarely bathed in those days. I don’t read a lot of medieval romances because I don’t like that period of history, and I can’t get past the fact that everyone smelled. However, there are several books I love that are set at that time. Here are my favorite medieval romances set in castles: Outlander by Diana Galbadon; A Knight in Shining Armor by Jude Deveraux; Green Darkness by Anya Seton, my favorite book; The Nonsuch Lure by Mary Luke. I highly recommend each one. Green Darkness and The Nonsuch Lure were published in the 70’s so may be hard to find. I just bought a used copy of The Nonsuch Lure online.

All of the above are time-travels in which the time-travelers saw the castles when they were new, and in the current age when they are crumbling. I love the idea of going back in time and seeing a castle when it was new and bustling, then looking at what’s left now. In my shifter romance, Cursed Mates, my hero, Nick, former Duke of Radford is 500 years old and a werewolf. He’s brought the ancient Radford Manor from England and assembled it, gargoyles and turrets included, stone-by-stone, on a seaside cliff in Maine. My werewolf hunting heroine, Kyla, gets shivers whenever she looks at Radford Manor, especially when she has visions of it as new. 

Aquamarine, in addition to being the birthstone for March, is the birthstone for the Zodiac sign Scorpio. Aquamarine is a member of the beryl family. Colors range from very pale blue to blue-green, or teal. The most desired color is the deep-blue aqua. Aquamarines are said to have healing properties and endow the wearers with foresight, courage, happiness, and intelligence. During the Middle Ages it was thought the aquamarine would reduce the effect of poison.



Daffodils, also called Narcissus, are predominantly a spring perennial plant in the amaryllis family. The flowers are generally white or yellow (orange or pink in garden varieties). They are native to meadows and woods in southwest Europe and North Africa with a center of diversity in the Western Mediterranean, particularly the Iberian Peninsula. Both wild and cultivated plants have naturalized widely and were introduced into the Far East prior to the tenth century. Historical accounts suggest narcissi have been cultivated from earliest times, but became increasingly popular in Europe after the sixteenth century, and by the late nineteenth century were an important commercial crop centered primarily in the Netherlands. (Wikipedia)



Below is the scene from Cursed Mates where Kyla sees Radford Manor for the first time. Kyla and her business partner/best friend Todd, are in Maine supposedly to do research for their next video game. In reality, Kyla is there to kill the creature who has been terrorizing the village. (Hint: Nick isn’t the only supernatural who lives in the strange little town).

As Todd turned toward the car, his gaze swept upward. “Holy shit. A wolf’s lair if I ever saw one.”
“Wolf’s lair?” Kyla asked.
“Radford Manor,” he whispered in reverent tones. “Eerily authentic.” He pointed to the gothic mansion clinging to the cliff above them. “That’s the setting for our next game.”
“Radford Manor.” She followed his gaze and froze. “You know that place?”
“I’m a computer geek. I do my research. Why do you think our games are so kick-ass popular?”
Kyla strained her eyes to take in the grandeur of the dark stone monstrosity high above them. Turrets speared into the blue-black sky. Rugged and ominous, a menacing sentinel, the house seemed to command everything around it. Her whole being trembled as cloudy memories surrounded her.
The hairs on her neck bristled against her sweater. She had seen this mansion before. Those turrets were familiar. She knew gruesome gargoyles, hidden by the darkness, stared from the rooftop. Thirty-four cracked, uneven steps led up to the parapets of the cliff house. The only thing she didn’t know was how she knew all those details. She stiffened against the knot of panic that formed in her chest. 
“They brought that stone by stone from England,” Todd said. “It’s positively ancient.”
Pain, sudden and intense, pounded in her temples. For the second time that day she saw the empty grave. Instead of the shadowed man in her first vision, the face of the handsome stranger from the restaurant flashed before her. The vision disappeared.
Struggling for air, she lifted her eyes to the stone building. One small light flickered in a high window. Wind gusted around her, a forewarning of unknown forces gathering, waiting, in the dense woods?




  
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Saturday, March 21, 2015

Daffodils - Did You Know That...

Marianne Stephens:
(I tried to find photos of castles with Daffodils!)

1) The Daffodil is the flower for the month of March?

2) The Daffodil means rebirth/new beginning and beauty?

3) The botanic name for Daffodil is Narcissus? And here's a Greek tale how it got the name Narcissus:
A man name Narcissus loved to look at himself. One day when he was looking at himself in a pool of water, he fell in and drown. From his grave, a flower grew and it was a Narcissus..or Daffodil, a more common name. 

4) There's an American Daffodil Society? http://daffodilusa.org/

5) In China, the blooming of Daffodils is celebrated as a symbol o f wealth/good fortune?

6) The Daffodil is a symbol of cancer research?
 
7) For romantics, the Daffodil means rekindling an old love?

8) The Daffodil is the 10th wedding anniversary flower?

9) William Wordsworth wrote the following poem about Daffodils in 1804?

I wandered lonely as a cloud
  That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
  A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
  And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
  Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.




The waves beside them danced; but they
  Outdid the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
  In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
  In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
  Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

And, I'm happy to mention that MY Daffodils are blooming, bright yellow in color and adorn my front yard!


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Monday, March 9, 2015

Flowers Speak to the Romantic in Me... #RB4U @melissa_keir

Flowers Speak to the Romantic in Me....


This month, our Romance Books 4 Us authors are blogging about castles and flowers, specifically daffodils. With Spring right around the corner, I'm looking for those first signs...tulips and daffodils. Already the robins are singing in the morning. If only Mother Nature would get on board!



I'm not into castles, too much cleaning, drafty and expensive for me. But I LOVE flowers. There's nothing like having your husband bring home flowers for you, or send flowers to your work. The scent brings back memories of happy times and each whiff reminds you of the person who sent them!

In my latest novella, Johnson O'Neill sends Debra flowers...not just one set of flowers but bunches and bunches. I fantasize about having a room full of flowers all sent by the person who loves you. Check out the excerpt and see just why flowers make a powerful statement.



EXCERPT:
      Debra stared at the flowers on her desk. Three days in a row. First sunny daffodils then pretty pink carnations, but today’s flowers took the cake—fragrant, deep-red roses. These flowers had arrived this morning along with a new cell phone and note.

      Debra,
      I’m sorry about the loss of your cellphone. Give me a second chance.
      Your Heartbroken Cowboy


      She wished she remembered more of that night. The snippets flowing through her memories were fuzzy but filled her with longing. It’d been so long since she’d wanted a man like she did Johnson O’Neill. If only liquor hadn’t been a part of it. 

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Sometimes all you need is one good ride to clear your head.

Cowboy in Waiting by Leslie P. Garcia
She’d buried a hero. She wasn’t looking for another. But her cowboy in waiting was far from a hero…

Cowboy in Trouble by Autumn Piper
A cowboy on the run and a girl on the rebound make for a messy fling.

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From the hell of lost love, can they find heaven together?

Cowboy Proud by D’Ann Lindun
She left town to chase her dreams... He stayed and ignored his... Can they find their dreams together?

The Heartbroken Cowboy by Melissa Keir
Love isn’t found at the bottom of a bottle…

Johnson O’Neill joined The Heartsong Ranch to escape his addiction. One night at a friend’s wedding, stress causes him to fall off the wagon and into the arms of the woman of his dreams.

Debra Donahue lost her husband to alcohol then pulled herself up by her bootstraps becoming a million-dollar selling real estate agent. One night with a sexy cowboy and a bottle of whiskey, Debra falls hard.

Can an alcoholic cowboy and a brokenhearted woman find love despite their fears? Or will the bottom of a bottle claim another happily ever after?

Thursday, March 5, 2015

Spring Rituals...



This month, the sun will pass across the Earth’s equator on March 20 at 6:45 EDT and in the Northern Hemisphere, the moment will be known as the Vernal Equinox. Literally translated, equinox means equal night but most people mark it as the beginning of spring and a time when the days will start becoming longer. More sunshine; hallelujah!

I start planning what to buy for my flower and herb gardens long before the first daffodils are peeking through the snow. Invariably, I will have whole clusters of the little yellow beauties pop up, only to be covered by a couple of inches of snow but I don't mind. They are the first glimpse of what is in store for the coming months and I couldn't be happier.

This year, lavender and rosemary are at the top of my list along with some basil for the pesto we enjoy all summer and there’s nothing like fresh mint. If you’ve never grown mint before, be forewarned, you need to contain it or it will take over your garden.

As much as I enjoy my gardens, it’s also time to go through the closets and cull clothes, books and whatever else I thought I couldn’t live without last year but haven’t used since I made that decision. Most of the time, my house-cleaning efforts are laughable. I have been known to name the dust bunnies but for some reason spring brings forth a bout of cleaning that has my husband scratching his head and planning a fishing trip.

I enjoy my little rituals; my familiar touchstones that give me a sense of accomplishment and a new beginning. The old ones celebrated the Vernal Equinox with rituals that some call magic and some just describe as the old ways. Before they welcomed the new they banished the old with a ritual that said good-bye to winter and welcomed the spring with wine and honey cake and a blessing for the work to be done and the strength to do it.

Maybe I’ll start a new ritual and end my cleaning and planting with a little reading vacation. A good book, a glass of wine and a little honey cake sounds like a fabulous reward for all of the work I have planned.
What about you? Do you have any seasonal rituals that usher in the coming season? I’ll leave you today with a delicious recipe for little honey cakes that are made in muffin tins. Just in case you feel like celebrating.

Honey Cakes

½ cup honey (fresh local honey is best)
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
½ cup brown sugar packed
½ cup butter (real butter is best)
1 egg
2 cups flour (I prefer the unbleached)
½ teaspoon baking soda
Approximately 2 Tablespoons milk

Sift flour, cinnamon, and soda together in small bowl. In large bowl cream butter and sugar. Separate egg. Add yolk to butter and sugar mix and set white aside for later. Add honey gradually to butter mix. Stirring until blended. Fold in flour mix slowly. Add milk as needed so that the batter is stirable but thick. Whisk the remaining egg white to a stiff froth and fold gently into the batter. Fill muffin tins ½ full. Sprinkle a little sugar on the tops. Natural brown sugar works wonderful. Bake at 425 for 15 -20 minutes.

***I used a dark muffin tin in an electric oven and the result was not wonderful. If you use dark pans I recommend knocking the temperature down to at least 400 and check them after 10 minutes.

Have a glorious spring, whatever you have planned!

Happy Reading…
Paris Brandon

Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Reflections & Springtime by Rose Anderson

We have a broad theme this month that spans castles, flowers, and gems. Readers are sure to enjoy our different spins!

Because I'm sitting here with a howling snowstorm out my window, my offering today will touch upon springtime.

In Greek mythology the forces of nature were usually overseen by some god or goddess or some monster or the other. Forces of nature were also personified by a different sort of being -- the Nymph. 

Technically, nymphs were not gods, nor were they immortal like the gods. They did eventually die, but in their death, they most often went through a transformation.
The myths are filled with nymphs giving up their lives to transform into trees, plants, water and stone. Nymphs were the embodied aspect of earth, their essence and being tied to the water, air, and trees, etc. in which they lived. When I think about their transformation, Newton's First Law of Thermodynamics comes to mind -- energy only changes form, it never disappears.

Allow me to paint you a picture with words.

Long ago in the wooded mountain glades of Greece there lived a Nymph named Echo. Echo was as lovely as the other Nymphs who lived their lives in the foothills below Mount Olympus, but she had one undesirable trait. You see, nothing pleased Echo more than the sound of her own voice. Worse, when others managed to get a word in edgewise she had to have the last word.

The goddess Hera, busy as she was overseeing the sanctity of marriage, often appreciated Echo's distracting chatter and found the chatty Nymph quite amusing with
her endless stream of gossip and anecdotes. It didn't take long for Hera's philandering husband Zeus to use this distraction to his advantage. The moment Echo began her chatter, he knew his wife's attention wouldn't be on him, so he took himself to earth to seduce mortals and ravish Nymphs.
 
Of course, Hera eventually became aware of his new round of infidelity. Needless to say, she was furious. It was useless to vent her anger on her husband. As ruler of Mount Olympus, he was pretty much above reproach. What's a goddess to do? Pass the buck. Convinced Echo intentionally created a diversion for Zeus, Hera focused her wrath on the Nymph by ripping the voice from Echo's throat. Hera told her, "You shall forfeit the use of that tongue with which you have cheated me, though you shall still have the last word." From that day on, all Echo could do was repeat another's last word.

Years before Echo's fateful punishment, a boy was born to Leirope, a water Nymph who had been seduced by the river god Cephisus. She named her especially beautiful son Narcissus. Concerned by the fact he grew more handsome by the day, Leirope went to the oracle to inquire about her son's future and was told he would live long provided he never knew himself. Vague answer that. Coming to know oneself occurs whether we want it or not. At age sixteen, Narcissus was loved and desired by all men and women who set eyes upon him. This he knew, and knowing it made him vain. In his vanity he rejected all those who loved and desired him, and as a result, many hearts were broken.

Echo, like so many others, had fallen desperately in love with Narcissus. Helplessly obsessed, she followed him everywhere hoping for the opportunity to tell him how she felt. 


One day Narcissus heard footsteps behind him but turned and saw no one. Walking on, he heard it again. This time he said, "Who is here?"

"Here." came Echo's reply. 

"Show yourself!" He demanded.

"Self" was all he heard.

And so it went throughout the day. Echo, frustrated by the fact she was unable to declare her love, rushed forward and threw her arms around the beautiful object of her obsession.
Repulsed, Narcissus shoved her away and demanded she leave him be.
Echo was devastated.

She wasn't the only one suffering from unrequited love for Narcissus. One day, a shunned maiden uttered a prayer that he might feel what it was like to love helplessly with no return of affection. The goddess Artemis heard the plea and answered. If there was one thing the gods enjoyed more than anything, it was exacting revenge on a whim. She caused Narcissus to fall in love -- with himself.

To set her revenge in motion, Artemis saw to it that Narcissus grew thirsty.
To quench this thirst he sought a clear pond and bent to drink from the water's edge. There in the water he saw a most beauteous sight and instantly fell in love. Over and over he tried to touch the object of his longing not realizing it was his own reflection he saw. Each time the image poured through his fingers. Enraptured, he couldn't tear himself away and the oracle's warning came to fruition. Thoughts of food and rest forgotten, Narcissus longingly gazed on his reflection until at last he perished. There was nothing Echo could do but watch.

But the story wasn't over.
When the Nymphs heard Narcissus had died, they came to place him on a funeral pyre. But all that remained of Narcissus was a patch of beautiful flowers as lovely as he had been in life.

As for Echo... Brokenhearted, she wandered the mountain glades until she faded away. To this day all that remains is the echo.

~۞~

Thomas Bulfinch was my early introduction to the myths and I just loved it. Read about Echo and Narcissus in his The Age of Fable or Stories of Gods and Heroes. Download Bulfinch's fantastic works for free at Project Gutenberg:
http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/search/?query=Thomas+Bulfinch

What about springtime? According to the myth, Narcissus gave his name to those spring flowers we all love so well. The family of Narcissi (the amaryllis family) includes jonquils, narcissus, and showy daffodils of all shapes, sizes, and colors.  The ancient Greeks and Romans favored Narcissi in all their varieties and filled their gardens with them. The Romans took them along as they conquered the known world.

The American Daffodil Society
http://daffseek.org/

I love spring flowers.
To me they represent the end of winter. Snowdrops will bloom first and I planted them right outside my door so I will be sure to see it. To me this means spring is on my doorstep. I've grown giant amaryllis, pots of small paper whites and an assortment of daffodils over the years, both indoors and out. I just love bulbs of all kinds. In fact, I have a house full of blooming hyacinths right now. (The heady perfume is a little cloying at this stage). In the upper Midwest, bringing a little springtime indoors does much to chase winter blahs.  What flowers do you enjoy? What brings thoughts of springtime to you?


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