April 18th, 2021



Today started out partly cloudy, then drizzled briefly.

I fed the birds.  I've seen house finches and doves today.

I planted grass seed in a bare patch by the prairie garden.  Doug got the ritual meadow, prairie garden paths, along the south edge of the driveway, and yard by the house mowed before it rained. 

The spruce cones are fascinating.  It turns out that the yellowish ones are male (producing clouds of golden pollen) and the bright pink ones are female (catching pollen), soft and fleshy now, also quite sticky with resin.  :D  Tree pr0n!

Yellow bellflower and white trillium are blooming.

EDIT 4/18/21 -- I pulled some weeds in the yard by the house.

EDIT 4/18/21 -- I started picking up sticks in the south lot.  I didn't get very far, past the contorta willow but not to the purple-and-white garden.

Poem: "The Transmigration of Soulmarks"

This poem came out of the 100th [community profile] crowdfunding Creative Jam in April 2021. It was inspired and sponsored by [personal profile] nsfwords. It also fills the "Soulbond AU" square in my 4-4-21 "Genderplay AU" card for the Genderplay Bingo fest. This poem belongs to the series Eloquent Souls.

Warning: This poem contains intense and controversial topics. Highlight to read the warnings, some of which are spoilers. It includes transgender issues, relationship problems, soulmarks fading as people become less compatible, transition-driven breakup, struggling to learn a new skill, meeting a new soulmate under unusual circumstances, and other challenges. If these are sensitive issues for you, please consider your tastes and headspace before reading onward.

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