October 2025 in photos

Ah, October. And with it, the return of my will to live. I get an energy surge every year once autumn really hits and a desire to DO. ALL. THE. THINGS. I can’t even begin to express how glad I am summer is over for another year.

One thing I’ve spent a lot of time doing is downloading and sifting through the thousands of photos I’ve taken since June, some of which I’d like to share here. I really need to develop a better system for this because letting them pile up until it’s a completely overwhelming week-long project isn’t the most fun I’ve ever had. Lesson learned.

After a Thanksgiving lunch at Anna’s, we all went out to pick apples in her small orchard, much to the annoyance of this beauty:

A starling also had something to say about all the dumb people cluttering up the yard:

Now that it isn’t too hot and sunny to leave the house occasionally, we have started a weekly supper get-together at Anna’s. I bring the food and Anna supplies the view:

The neighbours want to know what’s going on:

At home, I’ve spent a ridiculous amount of time admiring cloudy skies and celebrating every drop of rain, after a summer of practically no rain at all. Stormy sky + red leaves = perfection.

On one of our after-lunch walks last week, Foster and I passed a field with hundreds of Canada Geese, all seated and facing north, as if they were at a drive-in. You can almost see them in this poor cellphone photo:

I guess they like to watch the skies, too.

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my favourite reads of October 2025

A Man’s Head by Georges Simenon (1931)

Maigret suspects that a man found guilty of a double murder didn’t do it and sets out to discover who did.

Quick-moving and enjoyable. There is a strange quality to all the Maigrets I’ve read so far and I can’t quite put my finger on what it is. A vagueness, maybe? There are definitely moments when I’m not entirely clear on what is happening. Maybe it’s Simenon’s style or maybe it’s the style of French books from the thirties. I am far from an expert.

Mystery Mile by Margery Allingham (1930)

An American judge is pursued across the Atlantic by a ruthless gang that has already killed four of his employees. (“Four murders in his house within a month? That ought to be stopped. He’s been told about it, I suppose?”) The judge’s adult children hire Albert Campion to help protect their father and expose the gang’s leadership.

Good plotting + fun twists + splashes of humour = very entertaining.

Swing, Brother, Swing by Ngaio Marsh (1949)

An obnoxious and widely despised band member is murdered during a performance by their guest drummer, the eccentric and unpredictable Lord Pastern. But did Lord Pastern really do it?

I liked this one a lot. Lady Pastern is hilarious.

Time Anxiety by Chris Guillebeau (2025)

Useful advice on how to live a happier life.

A quick, but valuable read.

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my favourite reads of September 2025

The Collected Short Fiction of Ngaio Marsh (1969)

Contains essays on Alleyn and Troy as well as the short stories “Death on the Air”, “I Can Find My Way Out”, “The Little Copplestone Mystery”, “The Hand in the Sand”, “The Cupid Mirror”, “A Fool About Money”, “Morepork”, and a telescript of “Evil Liver”.

I prefer her novels, but overall I liked it.

The Crime at Black Dudley by Margery Allingham (1929)

A weekend house party in the country turns into a trap and the guests are held hostage by a gang of criminals.

Suspenseful, good pacing, clever plotting – I really liked it.

Dear Writer by Maggie Smith (2025)

Advice mainly geared toward poets, but lots of value for any writer.

Maggie Smith has a friendly, easygoing and encouraging way of writing that makes you feel not only that you could write, but that you should.

Died in the Wool by Ngaio Marsh (1945)

The body of Florence Rubrick, a brash politician in wartime New Zealand, is found stuffed in a bale of wool sent for processing by the sheep farm she shares with a bunch of dubious characters. Alleyn, in New Zealand on official spy-hunting business, is brought in to investigate.

Enjoyable.

The Little Nugget by PG Wodehouse (1913)

The rich, estranged parents of a horrible child, nicknamed The Little Nugget, are engaged in an ongoing war over the boy, with each side using spies and kidnappers to steal him away from the other.

Not quite as joke-packed as many Wodehouses, but there are still many very funny passages. 

Your To-Die-For Life by Karen Salmansohn (2025)

Essentially memento mori and therefore live accordingly, but it has lots of good advice and was a quick, pleasant read.

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my favourite reads of August 2022

The Call by Edith Ayrton Zangwill (1924)

Ursula Winfield is a bright young scientist who abandons her scientific work to become a top suffragette. 

Her struggles to be accepted by the male-dominated scientific community and the horrors inflicted on suffragettes make for pretty compelling reading, but then the story focuses on Ursula’s stilted romance with Tony Balestier and I kind of lost interest.

Death at the Bar by Ngaio Marsh (1940)

An over-confident lawyer is killed by a poisoned dart in a bet gone wrong.

Very enjoyable.

Death and the Dancing Footman by Ngaio Marsh (1942)

Wealthy old bachelor Jonathan Royal invites a group of people (who have multiple reasons to hate each other) to his country house for a weekend party and then is shocked when someone ends up dead.

Suspenseful and good fun.

Doctor Sally by PG Wodehouse (1932)

Bill Bannister falls madly in love with beautiful Dr Sally Smith, but, thinking him a wealthy playboy, she isn’t interested.

The story is a bit thinner than most Wodehouses, but there were many very funny passages.

Fanny Burney’s Diary: A Selection from the Diary and Letters, ed by John Wain (1961)

A best-selling author as a young woman, Frances acted as a personal attendant to Queen Charlotte for five years, before marrying and having a child.

The entries in which she marvelled at the popularity of her novel and recounted everyone’s amazement at her genius got to be a bit tedious, but I really enjoyed the entries written while King George III was in crisis. 

The Hanged Man of Saint-Pholien by Georges Simenon (1931)

Inspector Maigret watches a man mail a large wad of cash to himself and, wanting to know why he’s behaving so suspiciously, follows him. After witnessing the man commit suicide, his investigation into the man’s true identity and circumstances leads him to a crime committed ten years earlier.

Simenon’s style (exclamation marks! ellipses…) takes a bit of getting used to, but the plot was strange enough to keep me interested.

The Parasites by Daphne du Maurier (1949)

Recounts the strange childhood and difficult adulthood of Maria, Niall and Celia, the grown children of a famous dancer mother and a famous singer father.

Really good characterization, but confusing narration – sometimes third person and sometimes first person, although it was unclear who the ‘I’ was that was speaking. I saw this recommended as a ‘hysterically funny’ book and I wouldn’t say that, but it had its moments.

Pietr the Latvian by Georges Simenon (1931)

On the trail of infamous criminal Pietr the Latvian, Inspector Maigret is determined not to lose him.

I found it a bit difficult to understand what was happening at times, but enjoyed it.

Surfeit of Lampreys by Ngaio Marsh (1940)

A large, eccentric family always living beyond their means, the Lampreys are counting on rich Uncle Gabriel to bail them out of financial trouble again. Unfortunately for him, Uncle Gabriel ends up murdered in the Lampreys’ house and Inspector Alleyn has to figure out who did it and why.

Engaging characters, a clever plot – I really liked this one.

We Need Your Art by Amie McNee (2025)

Pep talks and lots of good advice for all kinds of issues artists, makers and writers face. I’d definitely recommend it to anyone struggling with their creative life.

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my favourite reads of July 2025

Artists in Crime by Ngaio Marsh (1938)

A model is murdered while posing for an art class and almost all of them have a reason to wish her harm, including the instructor.

Very enjoyable.

A Change of Habit by Sister Monica Clare (2025)

An autobiography of a woman who went from abusive childhood to Hollywood hopeful to advertising professional to an Episcopalian convent.

An interesting story about the call to nunhood she felt from a young age and the long, winding route she took to get there. Life in the convent sounds both horrible and dreamy: surrounded by bossy, critical nuns nitpicking one’s every move, but also a quiet and reflective environment and no one person is saddled with all the housework.

Death in Ecstasy by Ngaio Marsh (1936)

A woman in a cult is poisoned by cyanide slipped into the ceremonial wine.

Liked it very much.

Kaffe Fassett in the Studio by Kaffe Fassett (2021)

A peek into his home/studio, hobbies, collections and daily routines.

Kaffe Fassett is living a dream life: time and space for non-stop creativity, playing with pattern and colour all day every day, while others cook and clean and do the admin and the grunt work of executing his designs. I admire his openness about it, at least.

A Man Lay Dead by Ngaio Marsh (1934)

During a game of Murder at a weekend house party, one of the guests is, yes, murdered.

Very entertaining.

Overture to Death by Ngaio Marsh (1939)

A woman is murdered by a pistol hidden in a piano that fires when she presses the soft pedal.

I’ve enjoyed everything I’ve read in the Summer of Marsh (aside from her occasional racist and sexist remarks), but I particularly enjoyed this one with its duelling nasty old spinsters and all their conniving.

Vintage Murder by Ngaio Marsh (1937)

A theatre producer is killed by a stunt gone wrong.

Good, but I confess I don’t seem to enjoy her theatre-based books quite as much. I feel like they get a bit bogged down in detail just so she can show off her insider knowledge.

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my favourite reads of May and June 2025

All the Other Mothers Hate Me by Sarah Harman (2025)

When it seems like her unpopular ten-year-old son is involved in the disappearance of a rich classmate, a woman tries to shift suspicion onto someone else by underhanded means.

There were some plot holes (like how was a kid supposed to dispose of a body while on a field trip?) and the culprit wasn’t a surprise, but it was okay.

Death in a White Tie by Ngaio Marsh (1938)

Elderly Lord Gospell is murdered while doing a bit of undercover work among the season’s debutantes (and their eccentric mothers and aunts) for Detective Inspector Alleyn.

My usual caveat that anything from this period will have the odd bit of totally gross racism or sexism, but otherwise it was a very enjoyable, clever mystery.

Final Curtain by Ngaio Marsh (1947)

An old and famous actor announces he is going to marry his gold-digging girlfriend and is promptly murdered by a member of his large family, all of whom have motive.

As above, some distasteful and dated language, but otherwise gripping and funny.

The Innocence of Father Brown by GK Chesterton (1911)

A collection of stories in which Father Brown solves various mysteries, all well-told and clever.

Could not be more different from the Father Brown tv show starring Mark Williams.

The Nursing Home Murder by Ngaio Marsh (1935)

After receiving several death threats, the British Home Secretary collapses with acute appendicitis and dies shortly after emergency surgery. Unfortunately for them, the surgeon and one of the attending nurses were among those who’d threatened to kill him.

An intriguing mystery, but diminished for me by one of the characters being a proud eugenicist. Again: these old novels are a product of their time. And just because I enjoy a person’s novel plotting doesn’t necessarily mean I’d like them personally.

A Pelican at Blandings by PG Wodehouse (1969)

With sister Constance back at Blandings Castle for an extended visit, brother Galahad comes to stay as moral support for Lord Emsworth. With them are an obnoxious duke, a lovesick American millionaire, a small-time crook, two people pretending to be someone they are not, and darling butler Beach.

Hilarious. I loved it.

The Sweet Dove Died by Barbara Pym (1978)

A beautiful middle-aged woman befriends a pair of antique dealers, an uncle and his 20-something nephew, and strange, complicated relationships ensue.

I’m shortchanging this book by reducing it to a blithe paragraph, but I liked it so much I read it again immediately after finishing it the first time. There are some very funny passages, but overall it’s kind of sad. So much yearning. So much manipulation. So little honesty. It was really, really good.

The World According to Cunk by Philomena Cunk (2024)

An extremely joke-dense (too dense, I’d argue) telling of world history.

Diane Morgan’s performance as Philomena Cunk is so perfect that no book will ever come close to capturing her magic. I laughed here and there, but it would have been a lot stronger if a few hundred of the lamer jokes had been cut.

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my week: May 26 – June 1, 2025

Ah, June. *blows raspberry* My eleventh favourite month. It’s hot. It’s buggy. It’s sunny all the godforsaken time. And always at the back of my mind is the thought that it will only get worse from here. I am not a pleasure to be around these days, I’m sure, and won’t be for a long time. Every year, I’m already over summer before it even officially arrives.

The only good things about late May are Foster’s birthday (takeout Chinese food and homemade chocolate cake for #25) and lots of interesting birds in the backyard. Merlin hears dozens of species every day and I’d spend more time on the deck watching for them if it weren’t so hot and buggy and pollen-y. We seemed to specialize in Warblers this past week: Merlin heard Bay-breasted, Blackburnian, Blackpoll, Canada, Chestnut-sided, Magnolia, Wilson’s, Yellow and Yellow-rumped Warblers, in addition to Red-eyed Vireos, White-crowned and White-throated Sparrows, Barn, Bank and Tree Swallows, Canada Jays, Bobolinks, American Redstarts, Veeries, Red-eyed Vireos, Grey Catbirds, Northern Mockingbirds, Purple Finches, Barred Owls and Common Yellowthroats. 

I got a few snapshots:

That last photo is a grackle youngster patiently waiting for mum and dad to come back.

The lilacs and flowering almond are on their way out:

On Saturday, Anna and I transplanted a million bean, tomato, zucchini, cucumber, watermelon and pepper seedlings and Charlotte dug not one but two whole new garden beds to accommodate her transplants and all the ones I’ve run out of room for. I overdid the seed starting, as usual. 

This girl is the garden supervisor:

She does not tolerate laziness.

We’ve been watching more episodes of The Brokenwood Mysteries in the evenings and I’ve been reading Death in a White Tie by Ngaio Marsh and The Complete Father Brown Stories by GK Chesterton.

At this time of year, I’m always tempted to stay up reading really late, which would allow me to avoid more of the next day’s sun, but it’s hard to be nocturnal and still operate in our sunlight-obsessed society. I saw this the other day and it made me laugh:

Somebody out there gets me.

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my week: May 19-25, 2025

May 19 was the 15th birthday of The World’s Cutest and Best Boy:

When you’re that old you get to stand on the table for photos.

We’ve been lucky enough to have a cool, wet spring so far, which means I’ve been willing to do more in the garden (weeding, transplanting leeks, lettuce and nasturtiums) and all the blooms have lasted longer:

Merlin is propped in the window pretty much all day long and is hearing some super cool birds, like Bobolinks, Dickcissels, Chimney Swifts, Soras, Eastern Wood-Pewees, Canada Warblers, Magnolia Warblers, Indigo Buntings, Northern Mockingbirds, Killdeer, Chipping Sparrows, American Redstarts, Great Blue Herons and too many others to list. There are Baltimore Orioles nesting in the copper beech, Song Sparrows nesting in the raspberries, American Robins nesting under the deck, and those are just the ones we’ve stumbled across. 

It hasn’t been a brilliant week for photos of anyone or anything because of the rain and grey skies, but I’ve tried:

Every single one of those bird photos was taken in the pouring rain so they aren’t the clearest, but what can you do.

I’m continuing to plough through the Phryne Fisher novels (The Green Mill Murder this week), which are good bedtime fare, and have been skimming Turning to Birds by Lili Taylor. I usually like reading about other people’s interest in birdwatching, but her frequent humblebrags about being A Famous Actress make me roll my eyes a bit.

Anna and I spent part of the weekend bingeing two of the three seasons of Motherland on BritBox – and have plans to finish the third and final season tonight. What a great show. Hilarious.

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