I’m slipping back into retreat this morning as my mind shifts back to writer mode. But the green beans I spied in the garden yesterday, when I watered for the first time after a soggy week, nag me. I’m pretty good at filtering out distractions in favour of writing time. But those beans. Dang.
If I don’t tend to the veggies, the deer will get them, so…
Yes, the garden waits for no one.
Ha! I love this. So real.