Fay, Nic and I found a whole row of cherry trees last weekend, out in the Wine Country north of San Francisco (Napa, Clearlake, etc). They were just growing wild (not to mention wildly) on public land. The trees were so laden that boughs were touching the ground under the weight.
We just did our civic duty and relieved the pressure on the lower branches of a couple of trees, to the tune of about eight pounds of fresh cherries. Huge, dark, I think they're bings. If I have the patience to pit the damned things, they become pie or go into masses of pastry of some sort.
I want more fic, damnit.
You're not interested in
Harry Potter
fic, are you? 'Cause I just wrote another wee Snape/Lily piece. Should it be anyone's cup of tea.
Spoilers for OotP. Slightly. Which, I was happy to find, did not contradict my hypothesis about Snape having a thing for Harry's mum.
Incorporating the suggestions made (thank you ladies!) and smoothing out a few things I noticed on my own, here is the new! improved! with pictures! Ragtime to Jazz: A Spike and Dru Adventure
Very nice Deena. The story itself is great, and the photos and the notes at the end make it even better.
Deena, did I mention that after reading that, I kept earworming "Brown Sugar" by the Stones?
Fay, will read, you bet. I'm essentially clueless on Harry Potter, but I probably know just enough for me to get the individual characters.
My drabble for the Sunday 100 today:
Alive
They're still not sure what happened.
There was a picture in my mind's eye, a vignette, really. The niblet, all trussed up on Glory's wobbly bit of fascist architecture; the demon who looked like the bloke from that "Cabaret" flick, whom I thought we could trust; the niblet's blood, splashing down, looking just like Sunday dinner, except for the sky opening and the whole bit about "there be monsters here".
Buffy, giving the niblet back her life. Running, jumping, falling - into my outstretched arms.
Did they really think I'd let her hit the ground?
Oh, please. Get a clue.
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Okay. My nose is still not up to laughing things out it (I attempted to inhale cherry juice earlier today). Lalala.
Plei! Are you up for phone call? I am home, at last, yo.
I am in about fifteen minutes. I'm covered in plant goo, and need to rinse.
Kewl! Call it about 8:45, to give you some extra time, and the phone will jingle.
I'm also up in IM.
