Sometimes I love my homestate and where I live. I don't love my home town, but that's a different story about people and not climate. I don't live there any more so it doesn't matter, anyway.
I love my peach tree. It had actual peaches last year too, so I have great hopes. I have to get out and spray it for bugs though and I hate dealing with pesticides.
I'll probably send you a long boring email soon and bug you about what you think about the outline for the LWOK sequel or if I should forget it and focus on eretria's Amnesia Sark.
Looking forward to the email. And as for bugs--I know what you mean, but I lost some of my inhibitions when my pretty pretty Cecile Brunner rose started looking like it had been chewed by the cat. Grrr. I try to stick with soapy water and other benign concoctions but if/when they fail, no mercy. I am bound for hell but I'll go rose-bedecked.
Gosh, you have fulfilled my one certain fetish. I'll print this out now so I can snigger uncontrollably without anyone listening. If it's even better than the first version, I'll build you a shrine.
Have I mentioned that I love you lately? No? I do, you know?
And, go on. Blame fics like that on me All. Day. Long. I love being blamed for wonderful fics. *g*
Tho ... Thith Auburn ith quite an exthellent writer, don't you agree, Thidney?
Forgot to add: I'd love to see your garden. It sound wonderful, and nothing is better than proving other people wrong with getting something to grow. (That said, my poor Indian rubber tree died on the weekend. I've had it for more than 12 years, nursed it from a teeny tiny plant into an almost 2 metre tree, and nasty bugs have caused its death. I'm in mourning.) On the positive side, my blood-plum is, after having planted it on October 3rd 1990 (Day of the German reunion) by now more than 4 metres high and about ready to blossom, too. You must take pictures of your garden, sweets. Something that makes you sound so happy shouldn't be hidden away. Unless you want it to stay your secret garden.
It's not as pretty as it sounds, but I like it. I have better luck with trees than flowers most of the time. I sympathize over the rubber tree. It always hurts to see a tree, particularly one you started yourself, fail.
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That said, heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. I love this universe. Everything's so goofy. Even, especially, Weiss. Hee.
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Your peach tree is beautiful.
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I'll probably send you a long boring email soon and bug you about what you think about the outline for the LWOK sequel or if I should forget it and focus on eretria's Amnesia Sark.
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Have I mentioned that I love you lately? No? I do, you know?
And, go on. Blame fics like that on me All. Day. Long.
I love being blamed for wonderful fics. *g*
Tho ... Thith Auburn ith quite an exthellent writer, don't you agree, Thidney?
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(That said, my poor Indian rubber tree died on the weekend. I've had it for more than 12 years, nursed it from a teeny tiny plant into an almost 2 metre tree, and nasty bugs have caused its death. I'm in mourning.)
On the positive side, my blood-plum is, after having planted it on October 3rd 1990 (Day of the German reunion) by now more than 4 metres high and about ready to blossom, too.
You must take pictures of your garden, sweets. Something that makes you sound so happy shouldn't be hidden away. Unless you want it to stay your secret garden.
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