I’m a writer.
As the rest of the world faces ongoing battles with Covid 19, it’s easy to feel a degree of guilt that we are enjoying a certain amount of freedom and no reported cases in my little island state of Tasmania. That said, we also feel a profound sense of gratitude that we have clear air – in so many ways.
The state’s Cape Grim is reputed to have the cleanest air in the world…
And of course, we’re one of the southern bases servicing Antarctica, so we get a puff of clear air from the south very often! This week, after a week where we thought spring had arrived early, with blossoms and bulbs popping out everywhere, the snow is falling on Kunyani/Mt.Wellington and the Met forecasts snow down to 100 metres which just about puts it in the farmyard, certainly in the higher hills. Everyone’s very excited because we don’t get low-lying snow often and even tomorrow, they say the snowline will melt back swiftly to higher elevations.
So we wait impatiently for that brief blanket of white.
At some point, maybe in the first chapter even, a writer will wonder if he or she has a story.
For me, I write to roughly the half way mark or even just the first 50,000 words and then I send it to my trusted editor for an opinion.
These last couple of weeks, I have held back from continuing with the manuscript of Reliquary until I had a definitive answer on whether the story had legs.
I’ve been a bit busy lately getting a new book ‘out there’ and dealing with the oddness of publishing something so far outside my usual genre. A pillowbook, for heaven’s sake!
And in amongst that, taking time to push on with the next in a hist.fict series – this one entitled Reliquary. Such things serve to remove one somewhat from the garden and gardening. Then again, it’s been so damned cold that one could barely pick up secateurs, let alone open them.
It’s a gloomy, dreer day, threatening to bucket down at some point. It’s also the day before the winter solstice, so it’s a short dark day anyway.
We’re in the city for a few days and so Husband dashed out, mowed and threw handfuls of blood and bone around the Matchbox ready for the rain.
There’s nothing much of note in this little garden this week. Thanks to Covid-19, and being in Lockdown at our bigger garden, it’s been a long time between drinks in this tiny one. So yesterday, whilst the sun was shining, I took pics of rusty garden accoutrements we have spattered around. I love rust in a garden – it blends, harmonises and enhances any and everything. I. also love garden ornaments that are woven, welded and built, as my Rusticana board shows on Pinterest.
Strange that we’re coming into winter whilst so many of the Sos-ers wander through summer gardens filled with so much beauty. I think that globally, we gardeners are coping with the world’s vicissitudes better than most because we have a place into which we can escape. And nothing more so than a beautiful summer garden.