a real classy entry

It has drizzled rain most of the day. The thermometer hasn't managed to get over 23. It is cool and wonderful.

The break has given me the chance to fill the house with curry smells. A change from the never-ending salads of summer is a bonus.

The rain does have one drawback.

I am not one to use the word "hate" often. I don't use it because I find very little to raise such a strong and damaging emotion in me. Perhaps it is just laziness. Hating takes a great deal of effort and concentration. I am quite relaxed with dislike, revulsion, irritation, annoyance but hate? It isn't a comfortable or discomfiting thing. It eats at the soul.

If I did manage to raise a little hatred in my laziness, it would be directed at snails. They slime around the garden, eating fresh young shoot, damaging bark and roots and leaving gooey trails all over the windows. No matter how many you squish or bait or collect into buckets of brine, the buggers are eternal. They are a gardener's bane.

If I could hate, I would hate snails.

But how can I stay mad, even at snails, when my house is cool and fragrant with bubbling cardamom and cumin and sweet garlic?

Besides, I have something nicer to talk about.....

Liz (she of the little pink house) has awarded me a prize (and said some extremely nice things about me).

Thanks Liz

It is now my duty to nominate three of my buddies to receive the award. It is hard to pick because all my favourites are classy in some way (which is why I read them). Some of them have already (deservedly) been nominated but there are way more of you that deserve than just three. So I am going to take the chicken's way out and nominate the first three on my Google reader that I think haven't yet recieved a guernsey.

My first name is Moshe. Husband, father, migrant, thinker, he writes in a way that captures my imagination and yet is quite unfamiliar. Intelligently opinionated, he is definitely classy.

Next is Deb. A journal brimming with joy and honesty, she shares her busy life with us all in a brief but very classy manner.

And finally the lazy wench. I had a RL peek into her world when I met her husband long before he met her. Passionate, capable, versatile, intelligent and brutally honest, her class keeps me coming back.

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And, as a final note, because you asked (and because Liz said I did it!)...

Petrichor is the smell you get when rain falls on dry soil. (Not an Australianism, just a word.)