September 26th, 2010



I return!

It was quite a whirlwind trip. The Florida leg was on the beach, and I saw terns and willets and sanderlings and lots of dead moon jellyfish. The Southern Independant Booksellers Association was a great bunch–my table had a line! We ran out of books in twenty minutes! I had to turn people away! (I felt bad about that.) But the enthusiasm was awesome, and it was great to get out there. The Baltimore leg was on the harbor, and I spent the morning at the aquarium, which was unbelievably amazing and awesome and oh my god, the little blubber jellies! And the mudskippers! And the paradise tanagers in the aviary, and the razorbills in the alcid bird exhibit and, and…

Well, it was all awesome. And I found myself wedged on a couch between Esther Friesner and Nancy Springer, talking about cat rescue, and wondering when my life took such a peculiar turn. But anyway.

All this leaves little time for art, but there’s this, anyway.

4 x 11, pencil on brown paper

Unlike other spirits of this type (for lack of a better term) the deer do not merely appear and fade away. Instead they will act as guides for anyone brave or foolish enough to follow them into the forest.

Where you wind up may bear no resemblance to where you thought you were going, and I can’t even claim that it’s where you’re needed or supposed to be. But it’s usually interesting, anyway.

Original is for sale, we have prints, drop a line as always.

Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.


Rain, at last!

Taken with iPhone at the Baltimore Aquarium

So I was spreading mulch on the garden and there were all these frogs and then there was this OTHER frog, and I thought, gee, that’s awfully brightly colored–

Okay, no, I did not find poison dart frogs in my mulch. I took this shot at the Baltimore aquarium on my recent book tour (and I am impressed again at the iPhone!) and just wanted to show it off.

Although I suspect if you asked my readers who was most likely to encounter a poison dart frog in their mulch…

Anyway, after over a month of rainlessness, we are finally getting a good solid downpour.  I suspect that this is because I spent awhile this morning watering, thereby attracting the rain gods, who are notoriously susceptible to sympathetic magic. Not that I mind–we need the rain, there’s a lot I DIDN’T water (the prairie planting doesn’t get watered, and a lot of the backyard I hadn’t gotten around to–and I really just wanted to spend some time in my yard after being away.

I put a soaker hose in the big new bed (aka The Bed That Manga Built) to test it out–lots of gardeners rhapsodize over the soaker hose as the only way to water, and having ascribed to the “Let it rain, or splash it with the hose occasionally” method, I figured I’d test it out for science. We’ll see.

I need more hyssop for the big bed. One side I’m just going to do in solid hyssop (Agastache species) and I need to transplant some of the more crowded plants from the existing bed. All projects for next week…probably late next week, because we’re supposed to get three days of rain.  Which lord knows, we need.

Originally published at Squash's Garden. You can comment here or there.