Fruit, fic and flowers
24 June 2025 10:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
igenlodeThe survivors of the overcrowded Oriental poppies that I actually sowed (which are far smaller than the various ones that self-seeded in other pots!) have now finally come into bloom. On the other hand, one pot of orange long-headed poppies from last year has completely died (first one plant and then the two others) -- I think it was because they were sitting in a puddle of water for too long after it rained heavily following a prolonged drought, and I didn't notice that the tray underneath was full, but it could be that they are not so perennial as I had thought. I have a seed-head on one of the other plants, but it is quite small and may be empty.
The tomatoes all have fruit on, which is beginning to turn colour; as before, I think the upper trusses stopped setting during the heatwave, but this may be just as well as the plants are already heavily laden. I have just been setting up tomato-strings to help support them.
I started typing up the Porthos-fic after rereading it and finding that I was actually quite pleased with how it had come out; I don't think it needs major tweaking, although d'Artagnan's 'dream' passage doesn't really sound like his voice (but that is, implicitly, because he is echoing the story in Raoul's words and in the slightly mystical and high-flown language in which the boy recounted it to him). The title is probably going to be "Some Corner of a Foreign Land" (which is, of course, not "forever England" but presumably forever France!) in an echo of the original Brooke quote. The alternative would be "Think Only This of Me", which is also somewhat applicable to the scenario of thinking back over Athos and the past and was the one I was originally inclining towards using, but in fact I discovered that I'd actually put in a 'foreign land' reference early on in the text, which pushes me back towards the other choice :-)
The tomatoes all have fruit on, which is beginning to turn colour; as before, I think the upper trusses stopped setting during the heatwave, but this may be just as well as the plants are already heavily laden. I have just been setting up tomato-strings to help support them.
I started typing up the Porthos-fic after rereading it and finding that I was actually quite pleased with how it had come out; I don't think it needs major tweaking, although d'Artagnan's 'dream' passage doesn't really sound like his voice (but that is, implicitly, because he is echoing the story in Raoul's words and in the slightly mystical and high-flown language in which the boy recounted it to him). The title is probably going to be "Some Corner of a Foreign Land" (which is, of course, not "forever England" but presumably forever France!) in an echo of the original Brooke quote. The alternative would be "Think Only This of Me", which is also somewhat applicable to the scenario of thinking back over Athos and the past and was the one I was originally inclining towards using, but in fact I discovered that I'd actually put in a 'foreign land' reference early on in the text, which pushes me back towards the other choice :-)