The weeds ran wild in the back garden while I was away.
The tree limbs sprouted fingers reaching high, growing out of place.
Certain flowers faded, others burst into view.
What was blue and silver is now yellow and violet.
So much happens there when I turn my back.

Books: Time to kill off another character. This time, the poor soul got added in to the beginning for the express purpose of dying here and raising the stakes. It used to be a fairly uneventful chapter. Now there's shocking death and mystery. It should be an improvement, right?