More flowers instead of books

I've succumbed once more to the blood and gore and nastiness of Game of Thrones - the books, not the television series (I'm not THAT bloodthirsty!). As an antidote to that, I occasionally wander around the garden taking photographs of the flowers, especially the roses. You can see why ...

Isn't nature soothing? 

(Have I mentioned that gardening is hard work?!)

My garden today

I'm starting a new book today. One of my birthday presents from my baby son (he's thirty now!). 

But it's sunny and pleasantly warm outside, so I decided to search for the best place in the garden to sit and read. 

Here maybe?

Or here in the shade of a poplar tree, overlooking my meadow?

Or here in the shade of the apple trees (which incidentally are full of tiny, promising, apples)?

Or here on the verandah of my cabin?

Or here amongst the scent of roses?

In the words of Blackadder, "Oh, the agony of choice!"

Emerging

I'm still reading - it's not a book on my top 20 list, but it could be.  

Reading about someone's love of/obsession with food makes me want to pick up the cudgels again and be creative in the kitchen.  ... Maybe.  (This picture is pink because I took it in our bedroom and the closed curtains are red - I was too lazy to get up and open them)

I haven't been blogging even though my dizziness is gradually waning. I've been gardening instead.  I've been creating quiet corners in my garden.  Like this one.  

The idea is to have secret spots in the garden where I can escape from the everyday and read or contemplate or enjoy the plants.  As yet I haven't had time!  This gardening stuff is hard work and time-consuming but oh so satisfying.  

Perhaps I should spend some time here, finishing my book list blogs!

One day ...

One day I'll feel better and more able to compose more than a few sentences.

One day I'll find the list of my favourite twenty books.

One day I'll figure out how to  ...

You get the idea!

One day soon ...