Because the Desert is a Great, Broad Beast of Memory This is Installment 23 of this year’s SSCS. If you want to start at the beginning of ‘Because the Desert is a Great, Broad Beast of Memory’, go here! If you want to know what the heck an SSCS is, go here! Previously… “We must seek an orbit,” one of the other scouts replies. She is greyer than the others. She remembers the valley of the flowers as more than…
See Previous | See Next I’m a bit under the weather this week. But my garden is all rain, rain, rain, Green! Green! Green! It’s like it’s working to wrap us all up in the idea of (slightly soggy) summertime. Looking back 1-2 weeks and 1-2 years suggests roses and peonies to come. Looking back 2-4 weeks and 2-4 years would also like to suggest clematis and penstemmon. …This week things are really bushy. (And there are no irises.)
Yay! I’ve revived my raggedy hat. Or rather, I patched the original hat (again, like I do) and then replaced the flowers. You have to understand, I’m not good at replacing things, particularly not articles of clothing. Instead I just patch or mend them until they’re mostly one giant patch. Or, you know, I don’t mend them. I just wear them forever until they become Very Frayed. The first time I started patching my coat it was because it was…
Things I love about my ridiculous SSCS stories – Item 1: I get to write sentences like this: Well, what did the underwear know about it?
Because the Desert is a Great, Broad Beast of Memory This is Installment 22 of this year’s SSCS. If you want to start at the beginning of ‘Because the Desert is a Great, Broad Beast of Memory’, go here! If you want to know what the heck an SSCS is, go here! Previously… In the sand beside the snake, the bone-bleached feathers shift. They scratch at the sand and sigh. They whisper. They hold a piece of the desert’s wind,…