Things go along swimmingly here.
The summer has been kind, the weather mild, the tomatoes prolific, and the peaches get bigger every day. They are not ready to harvest yet, but soon.... soon.
I have been so busy doing weblog reviews lately that other writing has taken a back seat. I seem to only be able to handle so many things at once. On some levels I feel competent and on top of the chores around here. But my creative self is hanging by her fingernails on a moss covered cliff somewhere in an uncharted land. I'm holding on. Hoping to find a ledge wide enough to accommodate my whole self, not just my toes. If I find that place, I will set up housekeeping and do some of the things I've been wanting to get to. I have a creative backlog. (One doesn't want to actually UTTER the dreaded "Writer's Block" phrase, but there it is.)
One of my goals today was to begin writing on the novel rewrite. It's noon here, and no such luck. I have tomatoes to can. Maybe this afternoon. Right now though, it's tuna sandwich time. I leave you with a picture from the garden. A small shot of my wild and crazy jumble of blooms. THEY don't seem to be having any creative crisis. . .
More to follow in the coming days.
For the curious, the blue flowers with white centers are Ensign Morning Glories.
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