Feels like spring here today and all my spring bulbs are starting to poke up their heads. I am looking at garden catalogs and planning a woodland garden in a section of my yard that was looking a little blighted.
And I am book writing all week this week. I am in the grinding out the words stage of writing and it’s finally flowing.
I write a for a few hours and then I putter around outside for a bit until I am ready to go back to it.
My book feels like one of those little bulbs, waiting to spring into life. It just needs a little sunny love and warm attention and soon it will flower and bare fruit.
And if it doesn’t….. I am going to chuck it all and just become a gardener. (It’s a legit fall back option, right?) Honestly, doing both is a dream come true.
