I can only say, writing at this kind of word count has become
an addiction, and it’s over two months since I missed a target, and then by only
a couple of hundred words as that particular story finished just before the
word count reached its mark.
I can report our cherry tree is finally in blossom too, and
the sun is shining, which means one thing for me. I have to haul this pasty
white carcass outside and hit the garden which has been long neglected through this
harsh winter. I did manage to get the lawn mower out yesterday and trim the
back lawn, so today it’ll be the turn of the front one, and then start looking
at tidying up the shrubs. Everything is about three to four weeks late this
year thanks to the miserable weather, the forsythia looks a picture but I
suspect the Virginia Creeper is dead and I’m worried about my granddad’s hosta
in the front garden. That plant has survived five moves, and three generations
of the family – I’m hoping it’s simply late, after all its growth normally
follows the cherry tree blooming, which is itself late this year.
Stop press: The Virginia Creeper has buds on it – it’s not
dead, it’s alive!
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