More fiction (excerpt), Ants & Spiders, and more housebarn!

The rain had long ended. The night was cool. They'd, both of them, imagined together and each alone that there might quiet, or awkward silence, after. They'd been told there was sin in it, and they'd believed it. Till now. Till now they'd, each of them, believed that this moment would be for them only, for the time being. For the instant. And after, they, each of them alone, imagined a tremendous falling off. A regret. A great sacrifice they would give for one another, a gift for themselves, and then, an end. They'd, each of them, weighed the cost. Weighed the possibilities. The options. They believed they were entering, and then exiting, the garden. Neither of them talked with the other about it. Neither expected that the wondrous truth had been that there was in fact no expulsion. Hand in hand afterward they walked. Shoulders, hips, touching, caressing. Smiles and remembrances. Evidence given, and later found: grass and thistle.

This morning, while writing in my favourite corner, I noticed an ant, on the floor, dragging around another ant, which appeared to be dead. It looked interesting to me, so I got my digital camera to catch it on video. When a spider showed up things got interesting!

Around 2 PM this afternoon I went for a ride to Blumenort (and back). I love that village! There are a number of housebarns (well mostly just houses that were formerly attached to barns) that are under renovation and modification there. And I really like what some of them are doing with windows to upgrade them. They look great and with the gable ends facing the street, remind me of how attractive and functional that arrangement is, compared to facing a full bungalow length of eavestrough - and then a garage. What a boring aesthetic that is (My apologies to all of you out there with one, surely enough they're pandemic. What are you gonna do?!)!

The wind was WNW 20 ks, gusting to 30 ks. Distance: 43 ks. Time 1 h 12 m. Avg. 31.98 k/h.