May 7th, 2017


A Sign of Demise

Today's visit to the bookstore was frustrating.  They have removed the entire "new books" section from speculative fiction and shuffled everything into the shelves.  There are still new books on tables and racks but not sorted by topic.  Apparently, this move is very popular.  It also means the bookstore is dying.

Why?  Because the people who shop that way -- looking at everything, and especially hunting for a bunch of stuff by the same author to buy all at once -- tend to be people who visit a bookstore once or twice a year, in which time the turnover will be high.  For those visiting once or twice a month, they've already seen everything except what arrived the last week or two. It's extremely tedious when you have to dredge the whole damn place every time looking for a needle in a haystack, even if you love books.

We complained.  I pointed out that if you make a bookstore unappealing to me, that is painfully bad service.  But it also means the store no longer appeals to major bookworms, that so many have quit coming it means the remaining customers are dabblers who apparently like it this way.  I pointed that out too.  But it's probably far too late to fix.

*sigh*  The past is a foreign country, and right now I'm homesick for when bookstores were soft quiet places full of BOOKS and didn't come with a hunk of electronics literally blocking the path into the store so it has to be sidled around.

Sunday Yardening

Today is sunny and warm with a little breeze.  

Round 1, I planted the five tiny succulents in a large shallow dish.

I had planned to put the air plants on a sea sponge.  Regrettable the sponge is old enough that when I picked it up, it began to crumble.  So now I need to obtain a new sea sponge before I can set those up.  :/

Round 2, I carried three big pots of pansies outside. They don't need to be repotted, just set out.  These were on sale for $1 because they're past peak.  I don't care, they'll bloom for weeks yet.  :D

Then I took some plants to the white garden for planting.  The Silver Mound artemesia was in a gallon pot. There were two other white flowers in pints, and then a four-pack of white cleome.  I'll need to get the grass shears and trim around the white garden.  It has grass growing all up around it.

Round 3, I planted a firecracker plant in the barrel garden and a red million bells in the second hanging basket by the barrel garden.

Round 4, I planted a white poppy and a yellow poppy in the septic garden.

Round 5, I planted a Russian sage and more chives in the septic garden, a pink foxglove in the bone garden, and a yellow yarrow in the wildflower garden.

As it is now dusk, I am done planting for the day.  I put out all the gallon pots, and the equivalent of one flat of smaller ones.  I didn't quite empty the whole flat because I took a few plants from the other flats, but it evens out to about a flat.

Poem: "The Habit of a Midwinter Festivity"

This poem was written outside the regular prompt calls, inspired by the "festival / fair" square in my 4-3-17 card for the [community profile] origfic_bingo fest. It has been sponsored by Anthony & Shirley Barrette. It belongs to the Officer Pink thread of the Polychrome Heroics series.

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