Better Weather

My grandson, who has been poorly and did not go to school, went for a walk across the green behind my house and on into the woods. We took Oscar  with us. He is a small, delightful 6 month old puppy my grandson and his family are looking after.

The weather is mild, the air crisp but the ground underfoot squelchy after the recent heavy rain. The woods are full of birdsong and we saw squirrels scampering across the ground and in the trees. Oscar enjoyed it and barked for us to throw sticks for him to fetch.

As a historical novelist I imagined our experiences taking place in the past and made notes.

This Morning

Woke up at 7.a.m. Completed the pre-edits of another chapter of my new novel. I have been looking forlornly out of the window at the cold, grey day. I knew it would be freezing cold and wet but even so hoped it would not. I'm like a child at a sweetshop window staring not at goodies but at my neglected vegetable garden, some stalwart curly kale, a little New Zealand spinach, some brussel sprout tops, a few turnips, some beetroot greens and various herbs. At this rate it will be ages until I the soil's even warm enough to plant the new potatos which I'm chitting, not to mention sowing seeds.