Lost in the treetops…
I had all sorts of plans yesterday, one being a splendid post about Hild and her (admittedly utterly imaginary) links to Cuthbert’s…
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Brimming with happiness
Yesterday afternoon, the sun shone, birds sang, the neighbour cat slept curled up in the sun on the deck (right next to…
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I have many things I want to talk about: B&N’s ‘declaration of war’ against Amazon, academic publishing (and how it’s always been…
Read moreThe cat who gave thanks
The nieghbourhood cat, whom we call Chow Ciao, but whose new owners have named something like Kira, has been visiting every morning….
Read moreSilence on the Salish Sea
photo taken with crapcam, sorry about that I woke to time out of time: a still morning draped in silence and mist….
Read moreLook! Real blossom! Growing things!
The other day, when I said The alders are doing that feathery thing, a couple of people asked what I meant. I…
Read moreFirst green and growing things of 2011
So the kerbs are starting the year well: The chives (out of frame) are tall and skinny, supercilious and supermodel-y. The basil,…
Read moreWet sunshine, dry mist
Here are photos from two morning this week. The first (taken by Kelley) is mist over the ravine, on what turned out…
Read moreRavine World
I’ve been sitting on the deck in the sun, watching, listening, comparing today’s garden and ravine sights and sounds with those of…
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After lunch today I went out on the deck by the ravine and mused on my story. I sat under an umbrella…
Read morearound midnight
I’m writing this around midnight. All the windows are open. I smell bluebells and mown grass. In the ravine the tree frogs…
Read morehair and beer and lovely green trees
Yesterday was one of those days. We woke up, looked at the ravine where some mysterious elf had come along and sprayed…
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This morning we woke to a winter wonderland. the ravine this morning Today I feel peaceful and contemplative. In honour of that,…
Read moremisty morning
It’s a misty morning here in Seattle. I woke up late, with that limp, relaxed don’t-have-to-do-a-goddamned-thing-today feeling. I spent a leisurely hour…
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Nicola Griffith 