I was complaining today about the beds between our house and Bobby’s, which are completely overgrown with weeds and which kind of got destroyed in the great flood of 09. Whenever I go out to look at them, I think, you know, I could just mow everything down and let it go to grass.
But there are some gorgeous lilies in there and some beautiful irises. And it’s a good, sunny spot.
And the whole yard will probably not regularly flood like that again.
Still, I’m a little distraught over the state of it.
And the person I was complaining about it to says, “And fall will kill those weeds soon enough.”
Maybe it’s just the kind of day I’m having but it felt like wisdom.
So, advise me on this, internet. Will my marigolds reseed themselves? I noticed that I have some baby marigolds just coming up even this late in the season. Will seeds that fall overwinter and grow up next year, do you think? Is overwinter a word?
Wouldn’t it be nice if it was?
I’ve been working on the fake ghost stories and I finally have a rough draft of every single one. You, my friends, will be seeing those rough drafts roll out one at a time over the month of October (as nm’s husband said, “you can have it fast or you can have it good” and, in this case, y’all are getting them fast).
In the meantime, I made a map. You can see where all of the stories take place (kind of) and my plan is to link to each story from its location as they get posted here, so that by the end of October, the map will be an actual way to navigate the stories.
I don’t know. I almost wish they were better, but you know, I’m not that great a writer, so they are what they are. I’d need to let them sit for a long time before I could go back to them and say “Oh, right, here’s what’s not working.”
Still, I’m excited. Here’s the map, if you’re curious.
I saw this story on Yahoo and then, mere seconds later, as if she sensed my delight, nm sent me a link to the official website and the official flickr account.
I am really speechless in the face of this. But wow.
I have a lot of sympathy for Grant Alden, though at this point, I read him primarily to see if he can keep up his “I’m a 95 year old man” impression clear until he’s 95. I like to wonder if there was some guy in the 1930s who sat around bemoaning the rise of the phonograph because, damn it, sheet music was important and being a sheet music critic was a skill.
Anyway, I saw this post over at Alas and it just reminded me of reading Alden’s piece yesterday.