Currently still up to my ears in editing Tell No Tales, and while I just roughed out chapter 2 of Track of the Apocalypse, I now need to go back and write chapter 1.
…Plotbunnies can have very annoying timing. Especially when they wanted all the details in chapter 2 set so I didn’t have to rewrite any foreshadowing in 1. So it goes.
Anyway. Have some backyard pics while I try to get a little ahead of everything. 😉
Moss is really cool. Lousy footing, though. I may have learned this the hard way crossing a very cold – fortunately very shallow – creek.
Some plants are just plain ambitious.
The climbing rose hasn’t quite made it to oak tree height. Give it time.
And this? This is cedar waxwing bait.
You generally do not see the cedar waxwings. You just see this… fluttering, in the mulberry tree especially, and hear high-pitched calls, as they clean out every bit of fruit that’s anywhere near ripe. It can be kind of creepy until you realize, “Oh, the waxwings are back from Central America, be still my paranoid heart….”
Note if you have waxwings coming through, make sure you have some kind of hawk-image or something so they don’t mistake your windows for an empty piece of sky. Waxwings will eat fermented fruit, often deliberately, to the point that they fall off perches onto the ground. Meaning there’s a lot of times the idiots are flying drunk.
…And you thought just people were that spectacularly facepalmy. 😉