You may wonder--does purple grass exist, or do I just love all things purple so much that I invented it? No, it's real. Until the flowers fully open, this grass is purple. Long ago, I rode through a stand of it in Max's pasture.
In The Wind Witch, when Kellis is asked where he comes from, the answer is Vossli. He says it with the longing of an exile who knows he can never go home again. And then he shares that the name means "the purple grassland--but ti's not called that anymore."
You may wonder--does purple grass exist, or do I just love all things purple so much that I invented it? No, it's real. Until the flowers fully open, this grass is purple. Long ago, I rode through a stand of it in Max's pasture.
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The digital file for The True Knight is well under way...so I thought I would share a couple of my tchotchkis with you. The knight is part of a cat toy! The knight on horseback is by Medusa's Adornments.
George, enjoying the giant poplar log. (He is about 3 1/2 feet from ground level here.) This was a huge split-off from a very large Tulip Poplar tree, cut into multiple sections for removal. Eventual removal. It was on the ground when George was born. It was on the ground when I brought George home to New Castle. He walked past it, around it--and no, I never lifted him up onto it. One day he just scrambled up onto it. Didn't make it on the first try because I didn't realize what he was doing, and he was on the leash, which pulled him back down. I did better on the immediate next attempt. He's vaulted onto the log, over the log, jumped the log, and learned to sit on the log. What he liked best was standing on his personal high ground, able to watch everything. And then one day... Where's my log, Mom?
It's at the far edge of the cemetery now, removed by the clean-up crew. They finally had a piece of equipment in big enough to deal with it. But as the drag marks show, George's log did not go quietly! (Yes, he visited it one last time, and hopped up for old time's sake--but it's at the edge of a ravine now, so I got him right down!) This collage was made from church bulletin covers, and other art featuring sheep. Good Shepherd Sunday is the 4th Sunday of Easter, which this year is May 3rd.
"Ferlie" is Scottish for a marvel, something unusual. So I call this the Ferlie Tree. You can go through it...but will you come out where you expect?
This tree will feature in The High Road and the Low, my novel of Arthur. |
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