It’s #BookQW and Fern ‘takes’ a trip—a portal trip!
More from Chapter 1:
Pulling out the pouch, Fern removed a glass piece on a fine chain. She’d found the long teardrop among her mom’s things and had taken it for dress-up when she’d been little, but she didn’t think Mom had made this piece. The color-flecked glass wasn’t one Mom used. And it did something no other glasswork of Mom’s did.
As she always did, Fern held the glass on her flat hand. “I wish to go to Gran’s.”
The glass glowed bright green and warmed her palm. A wind rose, circling her hand and then her, whipping her loose hair around her face. Light from the teardrop rose into the air, changing as it did. Bright green, to sage, yellow green, rusty brown, chestnut brown and back to bright green again. She braced her legs against the current until the light settled on the wall, swirling round and round in a perfect doughnut. The doughnut grew, nearly touching the floor and not quite reaching above her head.
Portal? Gateway? Wormhole? Fern called it her rabbit hole. Secret passages like this were supposed to be in wardrobes, forgotten attics, the study—or was it the library?—with Colonel Mustard. But the bathroom? This was where she first discovered what the teardrop did, and because it was the only magic Fern could do in her otherwise mundane life, she used it there.
Ducking, she stepped one foot over the glow in their bathroom in Colorado’s Front Range, through the rabbit hole and into Gran’s bathroom on the Isle of Giuthas in the Irish Sea.
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On a personal note:
My seedlings are finally coming in, which I’m proud of, but they aren’t much to look at, so no photos.
However, in plant-related news, yesterday, I attended a Weed Management Workshop led by the Boulder County Parks and Open Space at the beautiful Ron Stewart Preserve at Rabbit Mountain.
Over several stops, they shared many methods, some not possible on a homeowners small-scale meadow. But one I’d like to try is releasing bugs that feed on bindweed. That morning-glory-type vine just grows back from any bit left behind.
I’m still yearning to achieve a mix of native bunch grasses like on this range, but believe I have some non-natives in my mix. I brought a number of my mystery grasses, and one of the staff has promised to key them out. And I might be able to schedule a staff visit out to see our property and the open space next door and get in-person advice.
Cross your fingers! Whether or not that happens, Rabbit Mountain was a new open space for me and I’m sure we’ll be heading back to hike there soon.
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