This last weekend, John, Jet, and I went to Seattle to tell and, perhaps more importantly, hear stories about one George Rostykus -- 8/23/25 - 2/22/12

( And, of course, have excellent ice cream... )

Been crazy busy for the last two weeks: finishing the second to last edit pass for Hearts Under Fire before handing it off to the editor to look over for a July release, dealing with the garden, helping Jet with Odyssey of the Mind and his science project, working out a trip to Florida for a friend, managing my eye, dealing with the anniversary of ( Read more... )

... there are drifts, literal drifts of plum and cherry blossoms, now. Tender white and pink petals drifting to tan and bruising to brown all piled up against walls, concrete gutters, or under monuments. But the air still tastes like honeysuckle around the trees, turning all green with newly furled leaves. Only a few days more.

The ornamental cherry trees by the bus stop are in bloom.  There were only fat, pink and white striped buds just three days ago, and today, in the middle of the afternoon, when it was 82° out the air was perfumed.  Nearly as deep as honeysuckle, heavy on the air, the scent was astonishing.  And in just three days, the trees are starting to lose ( Read more... )

It's going to be 84 today ( Read more... )