There’s been little blip in the garden prep plans as Gerry nurses an injury, but we’ll get there. Today I’m going to experience the sweet aromatherapy of potting soil and start tomato and pepper seeds. My laundry room will morph into a plant room and will remain that way for the next few weeks.
It’s been a cool and wet start to spring, and the long term forecast is for more of the same. April showers . . . and all that jazz. Meanwhile, I’m mentally planning what to plant where and itching to get my hands dirty. And writing. Always writing.
Today, I’m going to pull out my paint and play and continue tweaking the piece I’m working on for writing group. We’re writing about spring which seems, on the surface, to be an easy prompt to get started with. I’ve been chewing on it for a few weeks and finally got traction yesterday. Now for the fun of editing, revising, and tightening things up—my favourite part of writing.
All of this dependent on how Gerry is feeling. Best case is that it’ll be go time in the gardens and my plans will change. Worst case, well it’s really not bad at all, except for the part about my husband’s continuing discomfort. I’ll let you know tomorrow how it plays out.
Happy Friday, friends.