Three things that make me glad today

1. Fall raspberries are extra sweet and delicious. 2. So are fall Alpine strawberries. 3. Skunk odor remover works.

You may not see much here

I’ve been poking at a story and working on something else and poking at the story and working on something else, and that something else has to give. This blog. It’s put up or shut time on the story. So you’re probably going to see some really terse posts and more flowers for a while.

Just an observation

Halloween is coming, The skunks are getting fat. The fluffy white globe outside Is Not Our Cat.

Fall Cosmos

The cosmos patch is looking lovely lately. On these sunny days, under the clear sky and a low sun, the light seems to lie on the flowers like water in a saucer about to overfill. It’s a small patch, as only a couple of the plants survived, let alone thrived. But all this […]

Why does a pear appear?

You foolish, foolish pear tree. Not only did you flower again, you set fruit. What were you thinking?

Re: Scott Pilgrim V. the comic and the movie

I heard of Scott Pilgrim by good old-fashioned word of mouth. A story about twenty-somethings in a band didn’t sound like my sort of thing, but a friend of mine mentioned just often enough to get me to pick up a copy at my local comic book store and flip through it. The few pages […]

It ain’t final til it’s final

You may have noticed that I keep a little list on the side of the page of the stories that I’m inflicting on the world. They’re ordered by when I finished them and sent them out to gather rejections. Well, “The Undying Pen”, the first story in years that I actually managed to finish, has […]

A tomato in hiding

Once the weather turns cool, every tomato that ripens on the plant is like gold. Hidden gold, tucked away inside the thicket of dying leaves. And it’s still flowering, not caring that nights warm enough to set fruit are not coming back. Unlike squash, tomatoes do not believe in deadlines.

Re: No Time Like the Present

In “No Time Like the Present,” by Carol Emshwiller, a group of strangers come to a small town or suburb in Washington or Oregon. Everything seems so quotidian, I had time to wonder how this story would be received in a non-SF setting. To an SF reader, the strangers are obviously time travelers. At first, […]

Golden leaves are falling

The scrape, scrape of raking is ratting down the street. The first leaves are turning, mostly brown so far, but here’s a nice yellow leaf caught in the obliging branches of a bare azalea. And the leaf bag count is two and rising.