It’s been November for a whole four weeks now. Season of dreary rain and hat-snatching wind: season of no gardening and damply sloshing wellington boots and mud and dead brown sadly broken stems.
But let’s not get depressed. There are still reasons to be cheerful (honest!):
- I’ve done it! Against all the odds, I have posted every day this month and completed NaBloPoMo, along the way retrieving my blogging mojo and having a thoroughly interesting time
- I have handed in the manuscript of my book! At last! Somewhat late but more or less intact. They tell me now comes the difficult bit – bashing it into shape before publication next Easter; but I don’t care. I’m just really, really happy I’ve finished writing it.
- It’s nearly Christmas! (Don’t care what all you grumpy bumpies say: I love it)
- And it’s nearly the winter solstice! Which means we only have a few more weeks to wait till the evenings get brighter
- My sprouts are HUGE! The hugest, in fact, I think I’ve ever grown
- I own a piano for the first time in about 20 years. Now all I need is some sheet music.
- The sweet rocket is still flowering (even though I couldn’t get a picture of it: you’ll just have to take my word for that one)
- The prickly pear cactus didn’t get frosted even though I left it outside in minus-one temperatures
- I have planted a LOT of tulips
- I am booked in for three slap-up Christmas dinners in the next few weeks. And that doesn’t even count the real one.