Slice of Heaven

Easter weekend – four days to write (or so I thought.)

Good Friday dawned fine and warm after a very wet week. The garden was awash with weeds, the soil was soft, so there went Friday.

                            

The super-dark smoke bush is just turning colour. It’ll be bright orange in a few days. Isn’t nature amazing?

We’d promised to do an urgent curtain job on Saturday, and managed a trip to the local rubbish tip, too. We always have plenty of packing to recycle, and this time there was lots of green waste from Friday’s gardening efforts as well. Then after lunch – yay, more rain. Bum on chair, hands on keyboard, and 1700 words were added to ‘More than the Money’. I’m loving writing this one, even though I’ve let myself in for a lot of work by changing the plot.

Sunday – chocolate eggs and sunshine. Darn, hadn’t planned on more gardening, but at this time of year you grab the good days when you can. I spent the morning surrounded by butterflies. Big black and orange Monarchs, and a lot of smaller buff and brown jobs who were very friendly indeed. With my hands in soft soil, the sun on my back, and crunchy apples fresh off our tree for lunch, I had no complaints.