Weekly Garden Snapshot: 2025 week 35
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Those Monsters We Have Dreamed About This is Installment 35 of this year’s SSCS (the final installment!). If you want to start at the beginning of ‘Those Monsters We Have Dreamed About’, go here! If you want to know what the heck an SSCS is, go here! Previously… There was a Bell I had to finish. A spell I needed to cast. And a beautiful boy, with black eyes and white teeth and beautiful, long-fingered hands who was waiting to…
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Meet Hawk. Hawk may or may not have followed us home from the garden center, where we first noticed it by its shadow circling by overhead. After nonchalantly devouring its meal on our deck, Hawk flew off to sit in a tree.
Those Monsters We Have Dreamed About This is Installment 34 of this year’s SSCS. If you want to start at the beginning of ‘Those Monsters We Have Dreamed About’, go here! If you want to know what the heck an SSCS is, go here! Previously… We’d all been cast into the Dreaming. And even if we refuse to remember them, nightmares have a way of perpetuating themselves. And, if you’re wondering (though Jack pointedly is not), the lions weren’t part…
Sometimes we do what we call family karaoke night, where each person gets to pick a few songs and we bring them up on YouTube with lyrics to sing along to. Recently this was our line-up. (And yes, it does seem obvious that two-thirds of these songs were chosen by people over 40. …but can you tell which two-thirds?)
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Those Monsters We Have Dreamed About This is Installment 33 of this year’s SSCS. If you want to start at the beginning of ‘Those Monsters We Have Dreamed About’, go here! If you want to know what the heck an SSCS is, go here! Previously… Turning back to the first photograph I’d looked at, the young woman sitting attentive on a brocade couch, hair glittering, I saw a reflection or a shadow of something else pass across the glass. Something…
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