A pottering sort of day. I’m not focused on anything. I make a pretty salad with leaves and nasturtium flowers from the garden but eating it kills the promise and I get it down without really enjoying it. Food is so important and so difficult.
I feel flat, and sleep in the afternoon for 2 hours flaked out.
A lovely parcel of books arrives in the post from Sara and Jason with a T-shirt that says ‘mnmlst’ which is fun. Thank you so much – and I might take you up on that offer to come visit you in Phoenix Arizona next year, I could do with a dose of desert…
This is supposed to be an up day, but it’s not for some reason. I think if I’m honest about it I just feel laid low by the chemicals. I can’t concentrate on anything, to read or write or think things through.
In the late afternoon I propel myself into the garden for the last of the sunshine, and re-weave the jasmine through the trellis at the end. It’s growing well but is reluctant to branch out wide so I encourage it along a bit. And then I decide to see how those potatoes have come on – they flowered three weeks ago so could be ready, and yes! I’m grubbing them up with my hands in the crumbly soil and get a bowl full of new spuds!
I cook some up and eat with butter and cold cooked flaked salmon and a green garden salad..that’s better.
Keep it simple, and don’t try to do too much. Its just a day.