We are full in the season for harvesting nature’s bounty. Even though I was able to plant a garden this year, and thus had hopes of generous crops, my superabundance has exceeded even my most optimistic dreams, and extended far beyond my little patch of earth.
I have long believed that one’s attitude helps shape one’s reality. I touched on this last time here, although I failed to serve up one of my favorite Richard Bach quotations: “Argue for your limitations, and sure enough, they’re yours.” Rather than focusing on what I can’t do, however, I’ve been trying to expand what I can do—especially once I’ve removed chains I helped the state put on me. Thus it was that I got a passport and spent three weeks in Eastern Europe, teaching at two Liberty English Camps. In keeping with my choice to accentuate the positive, I reaped varied rewards for my efforts, not the least of which is a most memorable summer vacation spent with most of my family. I returned home knowing I needed to find better ways to support myself, and confident that I would; within the span of two weeks, more opportunities than I can handle presented themselves to me, along with a one-time windfall that will help me pursue some very important goals. And I can’t forget the garden! The tomato plants, which started out as alarmingly scrawny plants, thrived in the warm area where I planted them, and rewarded me with an amazing quantity of tomatoes—they are still coming, in fact, even though the cool weather seems to have settled in for good here.
So, yeah, it’s been a very good summer. And the riches continue to flow, through online explorations and conversations as well as real-world Shakespearean enjoyments and impending meetups. I hope that you find some riches for yourself in this late summer edition of Sunni’s Salon. I conclude my reviews of this year’s Prometheus Award finalists with reviews of Rainbows End and The Ghost Brigades (I have already reviewed Harbingers; and will not review Empire, because I liked Ender’s Game too much to be comfortable trashing an Orson Scott Card book). An unexpected delight for me was my conversation with the author of A Lodging of Wayfaring Men. Whodunit? Click through to find out! The webby wanderings are especially dense with diverse goodies, while my musical maunderings are slim (since I was traveling) but worth checking out, as another pro-freedom band pointed me to their music.
When the breeze is strong enough, the clattering of corn leaves nicely accompanies the singing insects and croaking amphibians that can be heard while sitting here in the Salon’s pergola. If you’re still and quiet enough, the herons might come by and croak for you as well. Tom and I offer a variety of drinks—not all of them bourbon-based!—to satisfy your thirst while you’re visiting—but I hope you don’t mind that the snacks are all variations on the tomato theme. We are pleased to share the bounty of late summer with you, and as always, if there’s something we can do to make your stay more pleasant, please do let us know.