Smith Mountain Lake Mystery Writer
Contemplations from a quiet cove on Smith Mountain Lake.
- Name: Sally Roseveare
- Location: United States
I'm a Southern gal who loves life, my husband and our family (which, to date, includes 13 grandchildren). I enjoy being with friends and family. But I also like being alone and thinking up plots for future books. I've published two novels, both mysteries, and I'm working on my third. For more about my books, visit me at www.sallyroseveare.com. If you ever hear me say, "I'm bored," please get me to the ER immediately! Paddling my kayak and snapping pictures of the critters I see relaxes me. Beach music has the opposite effect--when I hear those old "doo-wops" I want to dance.
Friday, December 09, 2016
Tuesday, July 26, 2016
HIS NAME IS BOSLEY
Seven different and loving dogs have enriched our many years of marriage. We've loved each one, thought our hearts would break each time we lost one. After losing Yellow Dog to cancer four years ago, we decided not to have another dog--losing one just hurts way too much. But last year we agreed there was an empty place in our lives that only a dog could fill. We looked at want ads and searched the local humane societies numerous times, but the right dog just hadn't come along.
That changed Saturday, July 23, when we met Bosley, a shepherd mix, at the Lynchburg Humane Society. In fact, we had planned to be at our high school reunion in North Carolina that weekend, but previous commitments had reared their heads, and even though we hated to, we had had to cancel plans to attend the reunion. If we had not met Bosley that Saturday, we would have missed out on what we think is a good dog. Things work in mysterious ways, and I think we were meant to have Bosley. We fell in love with him immediately; he felt the same way about us. And he chose us, which is what we felt would happen when the right dog came along.
Thursday, May 26, 2016
A Great May
The month of May began with our oldest grandchild's college graduation from the University of Mary Washington. We are so proud of her and all that she has accomplished, know that she will be successful at whatever she does. After all, she participated in the NOLS Southwest 14-week adventure and came home wanting more.
Tuesday, April 26, 2016
A God-Given Talent
Our grandson Jacob has always loved and appreciated music. Mrs. Jarrett, his piano teacher, helped him develop a special love of classical music.
Thursday, April 07, 2016
Hello Spring, Goodbye Winter
Spring is my favorite season--as are Summer, Winter, and Fall. I know, I'm a Fickle Season Person, and I'm glad; I enjoy every season. But Spring--oh, my--what beauty and pleasure she brings!
Watching our ornamental cherry tree's leaves sprout and blossoms suddenly appear is something I look forward to every year. The Lake Writers organization gave us this tree in 2006 in remembrance of our grandson Jonathan, who died suddenly on January 13, 2006, from arterial venous malformation of the brain. Every year we remember and appreciate the Lake Writers' kindness and generosity. And, of course, we remember Jonathan and all the love he brought us.
At first, I thought a weeping cherry tree would be the perfect choice when asked what kind of tree we would like, but then decided I wanted nothing that signified weeping or sadness. Instead, we settled on an ornamental cherry tree, a tree whose branches reached upward to heaven, to Jonathan. I think we made the right decision.
Every time we check the mail, fetch the newspaper, or drive in or out of our driveway we think of Jonathan because we have to pass his tree. And what a blessing that is.
The yard is also loaded with wild dogwood trees. I took this picture from our deck, even though the blossoms aren't in full bloom yet. Spring continues to excite me.
This year I'm glad to say goodbye to winter except for one thing: SOCKS! I'm serious. Helen, one of the three friends I play bridge with every month, gave each of us a pair of socks for Christmas last year. These aren't just socks--they're SOCKS! Comfortable socks, soft socks, knock-that-chill-right-outta-your-bones-and-feet-and-legs socks.
This morning I grudgingly put them away. But next year, my excitement at winter's arrival will be made with a bigger smile than usual knowing that I will once again be able to wear my SOCKS.
Goodbye, Winter! Welcome, Spring!
Sunday, January 24, 2016
A QUILT FOR BAILEY
First I searched through my old photo albums, scanned those pictures, then scrolled through hundreds of digital pictures. After scanning and selecting all the photos I really liked, I edited each one through Adobe Photoshop. Be sure to double-click on the pictures.
I bought Inkjet Printable Fabric, and printed all the pictures--two pictures per one 8.5 in x 11 in sheet--edged each photo in a plain white fabric, then pieced them together with the green fabric. Well, the size of the quilt grew because I decided to add two strips of bright coral fabric and one strip of white fabric. And I kept adding pictures. What I intended to be a single-bed size became queen-size.
One reason it took me so long to finish this quilt is because I took so much time looking at each photo, smiling at my sweet granddaughter's expressions and remembering details of when each photo was snapped.
By no means is this a perfect quilt; I made numerous mistakes while making it, thought about trying to fix them. Instead, I decided that life itself is full of mistakes, and that if we didn't learn from our mistakes and move on with our lives we'd never accomplish anything.
Labels: photo quilts
Thursday, January 21, 2016
January 13, 2016 marked the 10th anniversary of the day our grandson Jonathan Stephen Joseph entered the kingdom of heaven. He was two years and 17 days old when arterial venus malformation of the brain killed this precious child. We still remember Jonathan--remember how wonderful those small arms felt when they wrapped around our necks as we snuggled him, how he loved (and was loved by) his parents and his five older siblings, how much he enjoyed riding in his granddaddy's truck, and playing in Smith Mountain Lake.
December 27, 2005, 17 days before his death.
Labels: death of a grandchild
Thursday, October 29, 2015
RHINE RIVER CRUISE: Eighth Post
I've wanted to visit Holland ever since my dad brought me a pair of wooden shoes from that country when I was a teenager. And on May 7, 2015, my long-awaited dream came true. Anticipation mounted as our ship cruised toward the village of Kinderdijk.
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Our first stop on our guided tour was at the pump house located in this building. Here we saw all kinds of machinery that works to help keep the area from flooding. Because the area is below sea level, a system of windmills was built in the 1740s. Nineteen are still standing; a few are still operating daily.
At one time there were more that 150 windmills in the Alblasserwaard and Vijfheerenlanden region, but that has dropped. Kinderdijk claims 19 of the 28 left.
As you will see, I snapped lots of pictures of windmills.
We toured one of the working windmills. As soon as I stepped inside, I sensed the presence of smart, hard-working Dutch people. If not for them, much of The Netherlands would have been covered by water centuries ago.
windmill had two tiny "bedrooms."
table, and the lovely hanging lamp.
We were fortunate to see the keeper unfurling the sails, which are made of sailcloth. Every evening he removes the sails; each morning he puts them back on. Sails must also be removed during the day if a too-strong wind comes up.
Both Ron and I hated to leave The Netherlands, but we are thankful we had the opportunity to visit this incredible place.