More Garden & Some Writing

So, today I mulched the front garden.  While the rest of the country (almost literally) is getting profoundly sogged in a series of flooding rains and towns are being evacuated, here in the south west corner of the continent - no such luck!  Almost no winter rains, barely any Spring rains and only lightest of light showers over the last few mornings - water is at a premium.  So, mulching.  It will hold any water that does happen to fall from the sky.  And give the parched ground some solidity for the plants to hang onto.

With the writing I've been doing - the nano novel and thinking about the PhD novel, A Fabulist's Alternity, gardens, I have realized, are a major part of my being - not just activity, but everything I do.  I love plants, love the green, teh shapes sounds and colours of them, teh height breadth, tall and small of them.  The smell and silence of them - though silence is relative only to what the air is doing.  The sounds of trees in the wind is something I really miss as there are no trees here.  Not that close that I can listen.  Out the front, yes, and I'm growing some more - though why?  It's a rented place, this, and I'm bound to have to leave sooner or later.  Most of my garden is in pots, but some - like the trees out the front and the lavender bush, are in the ground.  You can't move lavender.  It's a homebody, and trees will probably get too big to shift unless there is somewhere immediate to put them.  And my state of finances?  It'll be another rented space that I'll try to make mine despite the fact I won't be able to stay.

Gardens are part of the PhD novel in the strangest way in the PhD novel - a glimpse into a future in the unforeseeable is about plants.
A renter who loves gardens and gardening is not a happy person.
I have also edited a short story.  It will need more editing as it's still too long, but definitely getting into shape.

I have just spent at least an hour trying to figure out how to get pics into this.  All that wasted time uploading images to the web & I can do it a simpler way.  I don't know why I couldn't upload from the web.  Sigh.  Something else for me to learn.
And now, coffee and more writing.  Or Christmas cards.  I have to get on with making Christmas cards.  I think, having taken out a further 1000 words from the story 'A Night in the Ruins', I should leave it for another week.
The making of Christmas cards beckons...