High Cotton

Summer                                                    Hiroshima Moon

We’re back in high cotton here in Andover.  The chiller’s putting out cool air and the outside temps have veered back into roughly normal.  Makes working inside and out better.

Brother Mark comes to town next week for a week or so.  He has a new job in Riyadh, but he gets a return home visit and flight back as part of his package.  He’ll be with us, then move on to see a friend in Boston.

Tomorrow will be a Latin day since I have a session with Greg on Friday.  We move through the verses faster now, not as colleagues for the most part, though that happens from time to time, but definitely as more than student and teacher.  It’s been an interesting transition.

AMANDA HOUSE PHOTOGRAPHY!

We were walkin’ in high cotton

Old times there are not forgotten

Those fertile fields are never far away

We were walkin’ in high cotton

Old times there are not forgotten

Leavin’ home was the hardest thing we ever faced

-Alabama

 

Summer                                                                  Hiroshima Moon

Bought a new piece of software: Scrivener.  Where has this been all my life?  Well, at least the last 20 years.  It makes writing, manipulating, revising and researching novels, short stories, scripts, non-fiction so much more intuitive.  And, dare I say it?  Fun.

Just loaded Missing into it about thirty minutes ago as well as a short story with a working title, The Protectors.  I spent yesterday afternoon and most of today figuring how to use it and I passed over all the initial hurdles.

On Lughnasa I start both the first revision of Missing and the new book in the trilogy, Loki’s Children.  With this tool to hand it will make the mechanics of the process much, much simpler.

 

Ninja Weeder

Summer                                                                  Hiroshima Moon

Kate and I spent time working in the garden this am.  I plucked out extra beets, collard greens and chard.  Getting a second round of all these underway.  The tomatoes have grown fat, tall and filled with fruit so I got out the plastic tomato handcuffs and cuffed separate stalks to the red metal supports.  Barring a drop in temps (unlikely, eh?) we’ll have a big tomato harvest.  The leeks and potatoes continue strong, dark green.  Both of these develop out of sight, as do the carrots, but the above ground leaves and stems give good evidence of their overall health.

Kate put out water for the bees while I was gone.  A neighbor called and said she had a lot of dead bees in her bird bath.  Not sure it was due to lack of water but it never hurts to add water for them.  I forgot that when I moved them into the orchard.  It’s looking like  this will be a non-honey harvest year which means I’ll have to do the work to  overwinter these colonies, something I did not want to do anymore.   Ah, well.  So much for that management idea.

Kate does a wonderful job of keeping our garden beautiful by fighting the good fight against weeds and other invaders.  She is, as she names herself, “a ninja weeder.”

Summer                                                           Hiroshima Moon

Outside.  Thinning.  Good to be outside in less than tropical heat.  Though 81 degrees with a dewpoint of 72 is not the desert, either.

Got my new bike yesterday.  Gotta take it over to Erik’s Bike Shop to have it assembled.  I’m not good at such things and it requires tools I don’t have.