I planted sunflower seeds about a month ago and my first sunflower bloomed this week.
To get an idea of the size of it, you’ll see a black smudge just above it slightly to the left – that’s a bee.
Here’s a close-up for those who can’t see it
I’m taking a blogging break for the holidays and wish you all a happy, safe and loving season.
I also want to take this opportunity to give a big shout out to all of you who have read my books this year and written reviews. It takes a lot of energy to read and review a book and each review is very much appreciated.
Stay safe, have fun and I’ll see you all in 2015!
Well folks, it’s that time of year again. Another birthday for me!
I like this time of year because all the lovely fruit on the trees around here is ready for picking.
I’m sitting on my back veranda (quaintly known as the Writer’s Nook) eating chocolate.
I look up and this is what I see.
You may not notice those things hanging from the left of the tree at first, so here’s a closer view
Then if I wander out the back with my chocolate I see these
Then I spotted this little cutie hiding near the shed
I’ve been without internet access for a while so I haven’t had a chance to catch up with my many friends here…
…but it’s back now, so I’m going to have a sip of champagne and read some blog posts before I get whisked off to dinner with friends!
It was very misty the other morning at the RUC. I jumped out of bed at about 4:30 am (yes – I slept in) to find the moon setting over the mountains and a beautiful mist rolling through the sugar cane fields. I sat for a while exploring my inner child – imagining any minute something mystical would emerge from the fog.
When I was a child my imagination wasn’t restrained by rules and rights and wrongs. Anything was possible and a mist, like the one I saw the other morning, would have opened all sorts of doors to the unknown. Stories of witches, monsters or fairies would have emerged to scare the living daylights out of my younger sister.
As a child it was a lot easier to flex that imagination muscle in my brain.
When the fog lifted I realised I no longer look at things like I use to when I was a child. This thought opened a door to that inactive imagination muscle, so I got it to work on the treadmill. I’m getting it into shape and it’s paying off.
I’m writing again and I’m sure I caught sight of my muse emerging from the fog, but it was early in the morning and I had sleep in my eyes.
The previous day the sugar cane next to the RUC had been cut – maybe this caused the fog, or the return of my muse. Either way, life is magical again.
Have a mystical, magical week and take a few moments to sit back, relax and look at this beautiful world like a child again.
I’ve been suffering a severe bout of writer’s block for some time now, so I’ve taken out my frustration on the garden. I’ve cleared out decades of weeds, prepared the ground, planted seeds, pulled out more weeds and watered my babies into existence (then pulled out more weeds – they sprout everywhere!)
This has got me thinking (which can be a good or bad thing), that gardening is a lot like writing.
There are mountains of weeds in my mind that need clearing out. I guess weeds are something and a good sign that the fields of my mind aren’t barren. But there’s been no control over the growth. I’ve let things in and allowed them to grow without weeding them out. Instead of focusing on plants of substance I’ve been focusing on the negative things that creep in and grow so big that only a tractor can pull them out by the roots. Yeah okay, that sounds painful…
When we write we need to focus on the plants of substance and get rid of the weeds. We can clear the ground and plant the seeds, but we can’t expect them to grow without water and care (and pulling more weeds that sprout around them). Anyone can think of a story, but preparing it and spending the time to nurture it into existence is an art.
I see the farmers in this area out there every day on their tractors. They seem to work dawn till dusk seven days a week. They’re relentless because they have to be – after all, it’s their livelihood. They see me working in my garden every day. They give me a wave and tell me I work too hard. I give them a wave and tell them they work too hard. It’s like Groundhog Day, but sometimes you need that when you’re clearing the crap from the garden of your mind.
I gather the leftover mud and old sugar cane leaves from the fields and put them in my garden. I guess in that sense I’m harvesting what is discarded to add nutrients to the soil. When I write, I use experiences and emotions in the same way to add layers and sustenance to my stories.
Growth has its seasons and after all the work I’ve done on the RUC and in the garden I feel like I’m just coming into Spring.
All of the above is just a quick snapshot of my messy mind (sorry, I couldn’t take a photo).
Below are photos of how the real garden is progressing.
Do you ever take two things, like gardening and writing, and compare them – or is my mind just growing nut trees?
Have a great week
It all started when I had to plant my avocado tree. It had been sitting in a pot for 12 months and even though I have a huge block with plenty of room I decided it needed to be planted out the back of the old shed near the mulberry tree in the dense mess that used to be the chook yard and pig pen.
Just like me to choose the hardest space to clear, just to plant one tree.
So I dived into the jungle and fought off snakes and spiders for my love of avocadoes (or maybe hubby helped with the tractor). Yes, I could have just gone to the shops and bought an avocado to have with my morning toast, but that would have been far too easy.
Last time I cleared a garden at the farm I forgot to take before shots (kicking myself because the change was dramatic). So this time I took some before and after shots.
The good news is I can now get to the mulberry tree!
My father-in-law was so impressed he bought another avocado tree so I planted that as well.
Okay – enough of the gardening already! Time to get back to writing
Have a great week!