Went outside to feed the cat this morning* and was inundated by the most amazing scent–sweet and delicate and decidedly floral. It was like perfume, but not the bottled, artificial variety, more like perfume the way it’s supposed to smell. And I followed my nose until I came to this flower:
Sprouting from some unnamed and unknown ornamental horticulture specimen in our front yard.
It’s lovely, and it blossoms only briefly. Anyone know what it is?
I started wandering around our yard, marveling at the signs of spring. The holly bushes are flowering, and I discovered this bush full of huge, pink flowers, nestled under one of them. I had no idea it was there, but it was obviously planted by the previous owner of the house, because it’s certainly not a wildflower. Again, I could use some assistance IDing it:
The holly trees/bushes that flank our house and sprawl onto our front porch are some of my favorite flora features. I often cut off sprigs and stick them in water, and they last for weeks inside.
Early morning springtime in Georgia is utterly enchanting; the air’s so soft and cool, and there’s treefulls of avian critters chirping and singing their little hearts out. But it’s already becoming muggy, and it’s not even 9AM yet. I had the windows open in the house to let in the morning, but I’ll probably have to close them up again before too long. I suspect it will be sweltering upstairs in the library when summer hits.
*We’re down to the dregs of leftover ferret food. Looks likely that we’ll need to actually buy cat food. Meep.
- 660 words on the collaboration I’m doing with mtrimm1, and after a week’s ball-dropping, I volley it back over the net.
- Finished up the rewrite on “Nothing of Me” that Jason Sizemore requested for Aegri Somnia, lo those nearly three weeks ago. Got the editorial thumbs up of approval and it’s officially stamped, sealed, and delivered.
- Sent off the animal rights interview, going to do one more pass on the Apex one, and then hand it over to merebrillante.
Next up: getting back to that story I was working on for mroctober.
Club 100 For Writers
I think I’m going to have to count nonfiction or not count those days as “misses” that I’m working on a freelance project. It’s not like I was just sitting, twiddling my thumbs. But technically, I’m back down to “1.” Pfft.