Eagles Over the Kennebec

It was a lazy sort of day, after yesterday's excitement. I own that I'm a little worried about our elm tree, which isn't looking all that hot at the moment. The only thing I can think is that it's been sitting with its feet in the water for 'way too long, as it's planted in the bottom land, where it tends to be damper anyway. I'd hate to lose that elm tree, after all it's been through. And I'd really hate to lose the shade it gives the deck and kitchen.

Think green and drier thoughts for the elm tree.

The roses on the hill have been overwhelmed by the weeds, which grow like, um, weeds in the rain. I haven't been outside to do garden stuff in forever (see Rain, above), and now it's too much; I'll never get those weeds outta there, and truly, the original concept was that the roses would cover the hillside and strangle the weeds, not the other way around. We'll see, I guess.

kinzel's day lilies may be a casualty of the Great Ice Cream Stand Move, looking a little bent and droopy. They may be able to recover, though they're also threatened by Huge Numbers of Weeds.

The butterfly and wild flower gardens, OTOH, look wonderful. Though, as my father, the hybrid rose guy, will tell you, wildflowers aren't anything but weeds themselves.

Writing has gone forth. I'm flying by the seat of my pants, again; I know what needs to happen, but I don't the steps between. Usually by this point, the finish and all the steps are forced. Sigh. Repeat after me: Each book writes different.

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