Most of you know that I’m writing a novel. So far, I’ve written thirteen chapters and I’ve got to say that most of the time this process is either sublime or excruciating. Today was the latter. I must have gone to the computer as least five times throughout the day and no matter how hard I tried, I could not get myself to start a new chapter.
So I’ve decided to dive down deep into avoidance and give it up, just for today. Tomorrow I’ll sit down again and see if my muse wants to make herself available once again.
In the meantime, here’s what I saw today in the garden.
I’ve got to give credit to my lovely mother, Eleanor Winters, as some of the photographs posted here are of her garden. I’d say the proof of her exceptionally green thumb is evident, wouldn’t you?
Thanks, Mom for passing your love of gardening on to me.