I have typed up the current edit of the new fic (now entitled "A Sword Outwears Its Sheath" after I'd subconsciously echoed bits of Byron in the text) at about 3,500 words. But having fixed the geopolitics I now really ought to fix the weather -- being reminded by d'Artagnan's complaints about the English weather in "Twenty Years After" that "je suis d’un pays où il n’y a pas un nuage au ciel", while Rousillon lies even further south than Gascony ;-p
( Occitan October )
( Basil and California poppies )
I also transplanted a random rocket seedling out of the chilli pot, where it was rapidly overtopping the still entirely puny chillies, and likewise moved some mesembryanthemums.
No sign of anything but a vigorous crop of chickweed (and a mesembryanthemum) in the pot where I sowed the two pink Swan River daisy seeds, so those weren't viable or didn't survive. There is a healthy batch of the blue ones, however (which really need potting on). Oddly enough I think there may be some self-sown Swan River daisy seedlings at the base of the smaller pot of pink Linaria, though goodness knows how they got there...
I think the coreopsis has just failed entirely, I'm afraid. A pity, because it was colourful, if not native.
( Occitan October )
( Basil and California poppies )
I also transplanted a random rocket seedling out of the chilli pot, where it was rapidly overtopping the still entirely puny chillies, and likewise moved some mesembryanthemums.
No sign of anything but a vigorous crop of chickweed (and a mesembryanthemum) in the pot where I sowed the two pink Swan River daisy seeds, so those weren't viable or didn't survive. There is a healthy batch of the blue ones, however (which really need potting on). Oddly enough I think there may be some self-sown Swan River daisy seedlings at the base of the smaller pot of pink Linaria, though goodness knows how they got there...
I think the coreopsis has just failed entirely, I'm afraid. A pity, because it was colourful, if not native.