Five Years a Writer

For someone who calls herself a writer, I am not doing much these days to make that true. The heart of the summer months are capturing my imagination and taking me away from my desk and out into the garden. This is the other domain in which I create and, I realize, in which I do many of the same things as when I am creating on a page. As a gardener, I have ideas, map them out, then start digging and planting. If I’m committed to what I see taking shape, I water and fertilize and watch what happens day by day. Over the years, I have learned that a bit of daily weeding keeps that job manageable, so I am always pulling out this or that unwanted shoot that has no place in my plans. With some persistence and a bit of luck, the wanted plants take hold and grow into beautiful blooms that are enjoyed by me, yes, but also by others. I love nothing better than a neighbourhood walker who slows down in front of our house to appreciate the front yard. Over the years, I have grown bolder in strikin