mjj (flemmings) wrote,

The sky is grey, banded a little whiter towards the horizon. A chill wind is blowing from the east. The cherry and plum in the back yard and the cherry two yards down and the white blossoming tree across the alleyway are doing their classic phantom snow thing. I have a branch of plum in the kitchen and the pale perfume greets me in the morning. May definitely has its moments.

I've also read all the recent DWJes I'd forgotten. Don't want to start on Dalemark or the head-hurties of Hemlock. Wish she'd written more in the Deep Secret universe. Might reread Black Maria which I only reread two or three years ago but have a sinking feeling it's The Lives of Christopher Chant for me.
Tags: dwj, rl_11
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