It's very satisfying

Woo gardening! I have taken it up. I think I couldn't get interested over the past six years because even thought home was very much Home Base for me, it didn't really feel like something I had a serious stake in as a place, you know? But now I'm here for the foreseeable future and I want to put all of this effort into making it nicer. And our garden has been completely choked with weeds (mainly grass and sheep sorrel) for years - there's mostly feverfew that we planted for my mom to turn into dried pills or something for her headaches (and which I might experiment with as bug repellant), and black-eyed susans, and they've kind of traveled around. And a big bunch of phlox. So far I've
trimmed all of the irises, pulling out quite a few of them while I was at it because they're old and don't produce flowers and/or aren't where I want them, weeded extensively, cut down the shoots around the dwarf crabapple tree, and divided the phlox (tried to, anyway, who knows if I've killed it or not). I just got back from Country Power Products, where I bought something little and white and a red and white impatiens.

( cut for tale of gardening bug-style horror )

Anyway! In less freaky news, I'm writing again. I'm at an awkward point where I wouldn't call what I'm writing YA but also wouldn't call it adult, and I think not knowing exactly where I am is hobbling me. Blerg. I may just decide to be writing adult fiction about slightly younger people so I can shut up and stop thinking about it.