My hanker for gardening has increased tenfold, I am beginning to pace the floor. The seed delivery salved the itch a little, but I need more exercise and fresh air and company to be happy. The weather has been so dreadful that I haven’t even been able to get outside into our own desolate plot. On one hand this pleases me as I would have lost many days work if I hadn’t been on my sabbatical, justifying my decision. On the other hand the relentless gloom is wearing. So I have been feeling a little low. There has been sighing.
Then singing. On the right day. It was wonderful. And non-fattening.
At the end of next week I shall be re-released into the horticultural world and I am champing at the bit. Watch out, I’m on my way and I’m going to be annoyingly enthusiastic!