Weekly Garden Snapshot: 2025 week 38
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The once-a-year bounty of pears this year has been particularly bountiful. Here are some of them, getting ready to be made into pearsauce.
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So, last week was the Final Installment of SSCS 03: Those Monsters We Have Dreamed About. I hope you enjoyed it! The next SSCS will start up in January. As usual, SSCS 04 was written using the same approach as all the other SSCS’s, and this time I think I gave myself quite a run for my money, trying to keep all the details (characters) straight! Although I won’t be posting the SSCS 04 story title or first installment until…
I’ve just posted the final installment of my latest serialized story to this blog. And so now, for either those who’ve held off reading it yet and maybe need some enticement, or for those who just like to hear about what went into a story, I’d like to tell you a bit more about it. We’re going to do this in a quasi-interrogation format, just for fun, and also to keep things from wandering too far afield. Author Interrogations: SSCS-03…
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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.