Typical isn’t it? The sun finally comes out and the thermometer rises and I have to spend most of the week driving or hanging about in car parks waiting for Mumo. Still, I’m the last one to complain about the heat – Tony always said he thought I was part lizard. The gardens are starting to bloom and with any luck, we will be taking the winter cover off the pool next week as it will take a while before one can swim without getting hypothermia. The woofers however, aren’t quite as delighted about weather but at least the walnut trees provide plenty of shade during the day and the lighter evenings mean they can stay outside for that much longer. With most of the garden planted in now except the main poolside one and the fence posts in (not the rails, that would be too much to hope for), I’m starting to relax a bit. There’s always bits and pieces to be done like re-painting my bathroom and getting the spare room ready for the summer guests but at least the bloody pool is more or less finished.
After a meeting with a new editor yesterday in nearby Trebes, I have a renewed sense of optimism and faith in myself to write The Book. I have come to realise that writing a memoir is so much more than just starting at the beginning and hoping you can think of an ending. It is a craft and like any craft, you have to be taught how to do it. The blog has given me a huge amount of material but I have to find a pattern before I can begin to sew it all together. As someone who has always been a ‘fly by the seat of your pants’ kind of girl, actually planning something is a novel idea but I’m enjoying this new thought process. I still can’t write without moving so the standing desk is proving to be an excellent purchase.
With summer just around the corner (fingers crossed) and endless sunshine (we hope), it’s almost time for our twice weekly jaunt over hills and vines to take a hiatus. There is a point when it becomes unsafe for the Arry, Alice and Sherman to run i.e. when the temperature doesn’t fall below 23 degrees. And my body needs a rest too. I’m not sure running with both back and knee support is quite what healthy exercise is all about and we have spent a whole year digging a huge hole in the ground and filling it up with water…..
“Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass on a summer day listening to the murmur of water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is hardly a waste of time.” (John Lubbock”
Widow plus woofs 