There are no good clouds or wildlife at the moment so A2 is reduced to wandering the byways admiring the fine selection of weeds. When we deliberately attempt to plant wildflowers nothing comes up.
A1 is reading The Prey* by Yrsa Sigurdasdottir, a horror short story expanded tediously to novel length. A2 is reading Gallows Rock*, also by Yrsa Sigurdasdottir, which was not as ghastly as The Prey.