chikaidestroyer: (Dead inside)
Albert Silverberg ([personal profile] chikaidestroyer) wrote2011-03-06 07:30 pm

∞ 92: Warming weather [action]

[He didn't send out an announcement of any kind when they returned home. Others had already announced their dead and offered any words of encouragement or frustration.

Instead, Albert spent the days following the draft ... working on his flower beds. March had brought with it a warm spell, meaning that his seeds would be germinating and eventually sprouting. This is also the time for pulling down the dried vines from his trellises.

It's a lot of work (and a lot of garden), so he'll be out and around the house until late in the day. It's as dusk approaches that he can be found sitting on the porch, watching three tiny owls perched on the porch fencing.]


...Welcome back.
wise_maiden: (you'll never reach the end of the road)

[personal profile] wise_maiden 2011-03-24 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
[In answer she rises, walking over to the far counter where the cake had been kept out of view. Round, with yellow and green icing, and lemony like previous cakes.

Harder without Genis's help, but she did her best.]


What else?
wise_maiden: (thankful for small favors)

[personal profile] wise_maiden 2011-03-25 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
[She nods, smiling a little as she brings it over to set down in a space on the table. The creativity is focused more on the presentation, but aside from the seemingly odd-colors, it's nothing extreme.]

I thought that I'd try to stick with a familiar recipe for it.