Better Late than Never: Misha Herwin
It’s not that I forgot - that would be the
simple explanation – rather that somehow I simply didn’t register that today
was blog day. I know my post is due on 11th of each month and as
that date approaches I make time to write it. This month that didn’t happen.
I suppose it’s because life has been taken
up recently with a swirl of medical appointments, mostly husband’s but one of
two mine. Nothing untoward, mostly positive in fact, and fingers crossed he
will be en-route to having a second cataract removed and his hip revision done.
In the meantime, he can’t drive, or walk very far, so in addition to everything
else I’ve found myself in the role of chauffeur. It’s also meant that I have to
go with him to do the shopping, which given my loathing of supermarkets is not
something I appreciate.
Then there is the garden. In this year of
strange weather it needs constant attention or it turns back into a wilderness.
Not that I have anything against re-wilding, but I do need to be able to get to
the washing line and reach the greenhouse. Here too things are not going as
expected. Because of the lack of sun, the tomatoes are only now ripening and
the cucumbers don’t look as if they will ever progress beyond finger size.
In the midst of all this I’ve found it
hard to carve out time to write or blog, but I’m determined not to feel guilty.
My new mind-set is to celebrate what I’ve achieved
each day, even if it’s only writing the acknowledgements for “The Ice Angel” the last
Letty Parker book and in the meantime to enjoy the small pleasures of life.
Yesterday I might not have been writing my
blog, but I was sitting in the garden with a glass of spiced ginger cordial
puzzling over my Suduko. It was still and quiet, the potentilla was bursting
with white blossom, there was a bee on the clematis and the scarlet geranium
had flowered.
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