two sizes of little red bugs

The weather has improved sufficiently that I have forgiven fall for coming before winter; Sunday it even rained (beautifully, all day, after about a month of not doing so). I have been harvesting seeds from the swamp milkweed in the front garden with the dual purpose of sowing them in places currently full of nasty invasives, and not having a front garden entirely full of nothing but swamp milkweed. This morning I went for a brief wander and discovered that half a cup of seeds doesn't really go very far. On returning, I found that we have a dead rabbit in the side garden. Whatever killed it didn't do an excessively good job; there's a nice long cut along the shoulder, but most of the flesh doesn't seem to have been touched and I'm hoping I won't have to move or bury it for reasons of stench before it gets done decaying. We shall see.

Indoors, grauwulf brought me home a copy of FFX, which has derailed both the sorting I was doing in the craft room (no, you don't necessarily want to know how much miscellaneous lace I have lying around) and all the hand-work projects I ought to be doing. I also spent a chunk of yesterday working on a short story with an oddly similar setting (well, tropical islands & sailing ships...) and the evening at a program on animal feeding habits at the aquarium, and then took grauwulf's ipod (which is new enough to do audio recording) with me to another irish music session.

two sizes of little red bugs

The weather has improved sufficiently that I have forgiven fall for coming before winter; Sunday it even rained (beautifully, all day, after about a month of not doing so). I have been harvesting seeds from the swamp milkweed in the front garden with the dual purpose of sowing them in places currently full of nasty invasives, and not having a front garden entirely full of nothing but swamp milkweed. This morning I went for a brief wander and discovered that half a cup of seeds doesn't really go very far. On returning, I found that we have a dead rabbit in the side garden. Whatever killed it didn't do an excessively good job; there's a nice long cut along the shoulder, but most of the flesh doesn't seem to have been touched and I'm hoping I won't have to move or bury it for reasons of stench before it gets done decaying. We shall see.

Indoors, grauwulf brought me home a copy of FFX, which has derailed both the sorting I was doing in the craft room (no, you don't necessarily want to know how much miscellaneous lace I have lying around) and all the hand-work projects I ought to be doing. I also spent a chunk of yesterday working on a short story with an oddly similar setting (well, tropical islands & sailing ships...) and the evening at a program on animal feeding habits at the aquarium, and then took grauwulf's ipod (which is new enough to do audio recording) with me to another irish music session.

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