Listening to: various dance stuff
Reading: Rachel Vincent, My Soul to Steal; Rachel Vincent, If I Die
My bright ideas about being a tortoise instead of a hare have, um, not worked out. It seems that my Muse has other ideas. So I am on deadline – book due this week – working at top speed again. (I hate to admit this, but I do actually enjoy it when my brain’s going fast like this. Or maybe it’s because the cough isa bit better and my head’s less fuzzy.)
British Summer Time started yesterday, and spring is most definitely here. I have a border full of spring flowers, and I just love the cheerfulness of my daffodils. I’d forgotten that I bought the ones with orange trumpets and yellow petals, but they’re lovely. And there are a few narcissi in there as well, and the tulips are coming up, and another of my favourites is also blooming nicely.
And then, of course, the hedgerows are greening up. The leaves are starting to come out on our ornamental fruit tree, which means that it’ll be a mass of blossom in about a month. (I have a lovely picture from daughter’s christening day of the two of us and all the blossom in the background, which I think my dad took and was one of his favourites.)And, with a sky like this (and the leaves coming out), you can’t help but feel full of the joys of spring.
(And yes, I did put the SD card in the right slot, this time! No repeats of last week's panic required...)
2 comments:
Lovely pics. I adore spring. Everything looks fresh and clean and full of promise. Have been watching lambs skipping around in the sunshine. Wonderful!
Good luck with the deadline. My brain turns to mush when my deadline's that close. I'm so busy panicking that I forget to breathe. :)
Kate,
That's great you tried a different process, but if it doesn't work for you, it doesn't work. I'm personally in awe of your productivity.
My mother is a hare too. She's an ER nurse and a bit of an adrenaline junkie ;-)
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