Flowering Quince

@coastal-quince

Bookish, treeish, peripatetic, frequently salt water adjacent.

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Flowering Quince@coastal-quince· 13d

Dante’s Tom Erskine impression.

A stout brown tabby with clear eyes and a kind face.

Flowering Quince@coastal-quince· 14d

Dragut offers a warning that is thematically apt.

Carry with thee this tale. A hunter went killing sparrows one cold day, and his eyes gave forth tears as he went. Said one bird to another, 'Behold, this man weeps.' Said the other, Turn thine eyes from his tears.
Watch his hands.'

Flowering Quince@coastal-quince· 16d

Short run or blackberry scouting mission? Who can say?

A perfect blackberry on the vine, eaten after the picture was taken

Flowering Quince@coastal-quince· 18d

Dante demonstrating his relaxing in a sunbeam technique.

A closeup of a sleepy brown tabby cat with an expression of great sweetness.

Flowering Quince@coastal-quince· 19d

I have A Lot of Donne in the lumber room of my memory, but with nothing like the ease that Tennyson slid in without me noticing. Coleridge was on to something.

On Donne's Poetry
BY SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE

With Donne, whose muse on dromedary trots,
Wreathe iron pokers into true-love knots;
Rhyme's sturdy cripple, fancy's maze and clue,
Wit's forge and fire-blast, meaning's press and screw.

Flowering Quince@coastal-quince· 20d

A magnificent chapter title, and Dinnett demonstrates her greatness by not calling it “Fried Chicken (the Yolk of the Lord).”

Chapter 8: FRIED CHICKEN
(THE YOKE OF THE LORD)
(Tripoli, August I55I)

Flowering Quince@coastal-quince· Jul 17

I just inked one of my pens with Wearinguel’s Frankenstein. I think that makes me a mad scientist now.

A quick swatch of Wearinguel’s Frankenstein ink in my diary. It’s dark, dark, dark blue violet ink with electric-blue shimmer. There is also a tiny doodle of a bug.

Flowering Quince@coastal-quince· Jul 12

Apricot frangipane tart is out of the oven and we are being subjected to exquisite olfactory torments.

A top down view of a tart with golden frangipane and halves of deeper golden apricots dimpling the tart.

Flowering Quince@coastal-quince· Jul 7

Running remains a problem, but I can still go for a 3 mile walk and enjoy the morning, which was full of ripening fruit.

Ripening cherries on the bough, blushing red.

Flowering Quince@coastal-quince· Jun 26

This perfect being smells like cocoa powder for some reason, which is really gilding the lily.

A small one eyed black cat lounges at her ease on a flowers comforter that she has subdued. She is purring thunderously.

Flowering Quince@coastal-quince· Jun 18

Today we said good bye to Tom Bombadil, who has been my friend for sixteen years and my housemate for six. A font of love, purring, and chill vibes, every day was better for having him in it.

A large orange cat with thoughtful green eyes offers his paw to hold.

Flowering Quince@coastal-quince· Jun 17

I really wonder what I meant. But I do love both tabbies and Toyotas (the former more than the latter though).

A very handsome brown tabby on an unmade bed. His expression is remarkable for its sweetness.

Flowering Quince@coastal-quince· Jun 15

Somehow it’s summer? Where’d my June-uary go?

A cluster of ripening cherries on the branch.

Flowering Quince@coastal-quince· Jun 8

This sober, constant fellow says the answer is avoiding being awake as much as possible. I’ve explained that humans have different necessities but I’m not sure he believes me.

A contented orange cat snoozing in a nest of cushions.

Flowering Quince@coastal-quince· Jun 2

Bi and obviously.

Major Kira Nerys, best first officer and icon of bad assitude.

Flowering Quince@coastal-quince· May 31

A lovely sunny morning run by the water. I discovered a bower of dogwood and was once again reminded that my goal in running is enjoying running. Not speed or distance but joy. (In other words, slow, short run.)

A closeup of a bough of dogwood in bloom. In the distance dappled sunlight and intimations of salt water.

Flowering Quince@coastal-quince· May 29

The cats have melted!

An extremely baby dilute tortoiseshell cat would like you to rub her tummy.

Flowering Quince@coastal-quince· May 28

An emergency kitten in these trying times,

A one-eyed, black kitten sitting in the crowsnest of a cat tree.

Flowering Quince@coastal-quince· May 27

Wrestling with fatigue and calibrating my running so that I can enjoy running, not bite my fellow humans and also continue to do all of the fifty bajillion things that apparently I have to do. I keep reminding myself that my win condition is joy, not speed or distance. My ego is not convinced.

Tangerine orange poppies with blue green foliage.

Flowering Quince@coastal-quince· May 27

If you’re polite, it’s not a trap.

A criminally cute brown tabby has rolled over to solicit gentle chest scritches. He’s also showing off his adorable little fangs.

Flowering Quince@coastal-quince· May 14

Belated terrible birthday sheep, it’s standing in your cake.

A terrible black-faced sheep standing with its front feet in a birthday cake. Lit candles are falling off the cake. The sheep is unrepentant. The sheep appears to be getting ready to howl at the moon. The caption reads “Remain Ungovernable for your birthday “ the whole shebang is drawn in red ink with dark teal accents.

Flowering Quince@coastal-quince· May 2

Also J. Herbin’s Kyanite du Nepal is doing the most

A doodle of an amiable cat face with a floating crown above it and a hamburger beneath it drawn in Very sparkly vivid turquoise ink with pink shading. The hamburger layers are picked out with red and green ink.

Flowering Quince@coastal-quince· May 2

Fountain pens with sparkly ink. Sunny afternoons. Friendship. The cherry trees with double blossoms on my street.

Pink and white cherry blossoms, as involuted and complex as a bunch of ballerinas’ tutus stuck on a tree.

Flowering Quince@coastal-quince· Apr 27

I made a frangipane and rhubarb tart that was so good there were no leftovers.

A rhubarb and frangipane tart cooing on a wire rack.

Flowering Quince@coastal-quince· Apr 26

The In-House Art Director hopped into my lap while I was working and gave me a look that said clear as day, “that’s how you’re formatting bullet points? Interesting.”

An unamused dilute tortoiseshell cat with a white bib and muzzle. Even while judging she is somehow the sweetest and most beautiful cat.

Flowering Quince@coastal-quince· Apr 26

I caught a creature investigating Beneath the Rising by @premeemohamed.com. Is this cause for concern?

A small one-eyed black cat looks up from interacting with a copy of Beneath the Rising. She may be up to no good.

Flowering Quince@coastal-quince· Apr 25

May it be so. (Including the Pirate Baby being particularly winsome for good luck)

A sleek, one-eyed black cat looks up because some human was peering behind the curtain at her window seat hidey-hole.

Flowering Quince@coastal-quince· Apr 20

I loved that calendar month with unreasonable fervor. I based a tiny sampler/self portrait on the reading harpy.

An embroidered harpy with red glasses, curly dark hair and a flower crown, reads a book. She is surrounded by a circular border of flowers bus and mushrooms, using as many different stitches as I could think of.

Flowering Quince@coastal-quince· Apr 20

Tom and his inexorable himbo vibes wish you nothing but the utmost joy.

A gigantic orange cat in closeup getting his head petted. He is making a face of ineffable joy and he has a freckle on his nose.

Flowering Quince@coastal-quince· Apr 19

Oh for Pete’s sake. What a needless, hurtful and inarguably incorrect thing to say. Have some rhododendrons being luminous.