Our forest smells like a perfumery. The wild roses LOVE the dry start to our summer, and are out in riotous joy. The cranberries and raspberries are also blossoming in encouraging numbers. The above photo was several days ago, out on our trails. For those of you who are new(ish) to my blog, I live on 36 acres of land next to a 315 acre greenbelt that is criss-crossed with trails like this. Parts of it are protected mosquito breeding ground through the swamp, but the parts closest to us are upland birch forest, like this. Right now, roses, bluebells, cranberries, dwarf dogwood and labrador tea are blooming. Because it's been dry, hornets are out (though not like they were earlier!) and mosquitos are only a nuisance, it's not an insane-making slap-fest.
Speaking of insane-making, I coded most of yesterday, on a lilypad project that has had me tied into logic-knots for most of a month now. I think I finally got my brain wrapped around how to make it work, and built the user-end framework for the administration. I need to finish the execution of the page, then copy and simplify the page for user use. It led, among other things, to some Internet searches for current art galleries. Several things I used to link to (Yerf, Art Agent, ArtVark) appear to be completely dead. What galleries and communities do you currently use? I've added CGSociety and still need to add Facebook and Twitter. I'm thinking of making a generic 'blog' link that will point to whatever blog (LJ, blogspot, wordpress, whatever) you have active, rather than code them individually.
New contest posted at Torn World! The poll for reader coding requests is at a tie, please vote, if you haven't!
Holy mackeral, an RTH story just grabbed me by the throat while I was in the shower this morning. Might have time to jot it down today, but I have a bunch of drafting to work on... I may have to be happy with just a few notes on it and hope the muse doesn't storm off in a huff.
Nephew ferrying this morning, drafting now, and brrr... it's sunny, but I'm cold. My abs still ache like crazy from class (and death march) on Tuesday.