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Writing Wendl...

I really did want to write a light-hearted tale in case this one turns out to be my last novel (assuming it yet becomes a novel), but it's headed currently toward the shadows. I thought I knew Wendl Von Trier pretty well, having trekked with him through my previous book, The Winged Child .   There, Wendl presents as an elusive solitary, moving above all worldly fray while at the same time nudging events and characters toward a satisfactory conclusion. Sharp and intimidating on the outside and tender and motherly on the inside. A friend to the world, something of a trickster, but in all things working for good outcomes.  That is how I saw Wendl VonTrier. A  púka, mischievous, but essentially harmless, even benevolent, capable of presenting in whatever form or gender the moment required. Wendl seemed the ideal candidate to carry readers off into the literary sunset in good spirits after an exhilarating romp through a fantastical fiction. But all along, it seems, there were depths to

She's shy...

Mayapple (Podophyllum peltatum) is a shy plant, hides her single flower beneath her two-leafed umbrella. The flower appears in late April or early May in our fold of the mountain. The "apple" won't be ripe before summer. I've read that it is tasty when ripe and deadly when green. I can't tell you so from experience, but I can tell you that mayappple transplant easily and that if you have patience for a few years, one will make a hundred.

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