Well, just when you think you have it all under control, you realize you’re not actually steering your life – it’s taking you for a ride and all the pushing on the brakes and spinning the steering wheel is pretty well pointless.
Other Dessies will understand the state of my mind these busy, busy spring days when I reveal that I have just started my thirteenth (fourteenth?) consecutive D.E. Stevenson book. I have even stooped to read some of the more regrettable ones, such as Rochester’s Wife, which was pretty well as bizarre as I’d remembered it to be. (Not always the case – occasionally one gets a pleasant re-reading surprise.)
No matter! They are just the right level of engaging for just-before-sleep reading, and they are definitely soothing to my ruffled soul.
I’m just about finished my personal stash of these curiously addictive mini-sagas, just starting Vittoria Cottage and looking forward to the rest of that particular trio, and then I really must tackle something by somebody else. Something a little bit deeper, as it were.
Any ideas, fellow middlebrow fans? Suggestions always welcome! What do you read when your personal world is spinning a bit too quickly for perfect comfort?

Tomorrow’s nursery chore. Here you see approximately 500 tomato seedlings, begging to be put into larger pots RIGHT NOW. (And just a bit farther along the bench are 3 or 4 times as many to follow. Not to mention all the other things we grow.) We are having a tremendously early spring, and the plants are going wild – I can’t keep up! Ah, well, there are much worse occupations than being a plant person. I complain occasionally, but it’s not that bad. (Understatement – it’s quite wonderful!)