I’m not sure why it happened or that I choose an altitude of 35,000 feet to reverse course. But after a year of sparse postings I am going to give it another shot. It is not as if I haven’t had lots to write about: the crazy winter, the non-existent Spring, the early Summer, new vegetable beds, permafrost in my carnivorous garden, etc. The events and interests continue, but the motivation to write has been wanting.
Perhaps I need to be more as Stephen King says a writer should be in his excellent book, "On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft," and set aside time every morning without fail to sit down and practice the sublime and lonely craft of writing. I have written a few things in the past months, though none of them could be called horticultural.
Now, however, headed back home I just can’t stop thinking about the garden and writing about it. The asparagus has delivered a wonderful month of tender spears that are now going to ferns. The new strawberry patch I created is beginning to deliver berries though it appears that half of the plants I transplanted in the fall failed to take during the cold winter, which took half of our roses but not the fig (though it struggles.)
The blueberries look like they will deliver a bumper crop and a new house should keep the birds away and make it easier to harvest. And I will be starting add to my clients with a new group at Meadow Ridge, a senior independent living facility where my mother lives.
I hope I can keep up the writing.
