• as you might have read •
but looking at the gardens outside, I honestly wish I owned a magic garden where I would not have to weed, tie-up, prop, cut, deadhead—need I say more? You get it, right? I want the flowers and the veg, and yes, I can put in the time, but there is so much to do! And because I have not been gardening fifteen minutes a day • which I think would be the way to go, although fifteen could turn to a bit more, but I can run away from other duties for fifteen minutes stretched out to thirty • it looks like Halloween out there. May be exaggerating a tad, a wee small bit. Don’t know what happened to the hours of today, but it is seven pm, and it just dawned on me • reading through the novel I’m currently writing • that I don’t have a post.
Well, not true, I have • let me count them • eight typed and two dozen started, plus notebooks and stacks of paper of others handwritten, but I just read the typed ones, and I’m not in the mood for any of them. I would have to read through others to pick one, and that could take for-EVER!
So I looked out of the window and saw a couple of tomato branches out of control, and here we are. 🍅 Or here I am wishing for a magic garden.What I must do is plan.
I’ve said this many times: planning makes a huge difference! Plan the day, my writing | reading, etc., still leaving time for chance. DARN IT, I will. Not shall or should. Will. Tomorrow. Right now, I have to post this, snap my magic fingers to find an image or photograph, then find something to eat. • the neat tomatoes above are from a photograph taken years ago + are not on my counter •