Aaron cranked the handles of the arbalest with arms turned leaden by hours standing the garrison wall, the draw racheting back just that much slower every time. But at last the next bolt was in place and he raised his weapon again, loosed it down amongst the besiegers. Beside the line of men, lady Alana paced, pale eyes flashing fury and goad, pale hair haloed in the evening sunlight and crowned with the white and purple anemones that were the…
I’ve had to temporarily move my deck planters while my husband is doing work on our deck, and what should I find when I walk out there this afternoon? The mint is leaping out of the planter and going straight for the in-ground garden. Naughty mint! You’ve really got to keep an eye on that stuff! (I don’t have a picture because I went straight over and nipped that in the bud…err…in the runner vine.)
So it turns out there are hundreds of alligators in the Colorado desert. And they’re beautiful!
Is there such a thing as mass hysteria for flowers? Today I dead-headed my yucca and what should I find: But…the roses have definitely been confused about bloom time this year (and not just in my garden). So, I guess the yucca has decided to join in on whatever that is?
Things are weird in my garden right now, and not just because of the weather. The inside of one of my hoses collapsed (how does that happen?!). And this iris has been lying, beheaded, on the pavement for 3 DAYS without wilting. It’s like the laws of physics are reinventing themselves!
I will have you know it’s difficult to write a story when the voices of Ross and Rachel from Friends insist on being the mental-voice narrators. Though, they’re maybe a little better than Scrooge McDuck, who was more often the hazard when my kids were little. But still, very disruptive!
Got another reminder today that the story needs to start with the most important info first. I got turned around on the one I’m working on because the setting is contemporary. But the story itself is still speculative fiction, so the spec.fic. element does still need to exist right up front. Thank goodness. I was really struggling there.
Oiy. My hips are so tired and sore from a day of couch shopping. But then, I do seem to have reached an age where shopping injuries are now a thing.
I climbed a mountain for my birthday! and on purpose this time (which is a lot more fun than the other way). (Okay, so we hiked a mountain for my birthday, but with a 3200 ft elevation gain, I feel like I’m allowed to classify that as ‘climbed’.)
…so, at the moment turning on my bathroom fan sounds like I’ve just started up a lawn-mower over my head. So subtle!