It’s so beautiful out in the world at the moment. the sun is shining for all it’s worth. In the woods the bluebells are out, though not fully opened yet, there are wood anemones, primroses, wild white cherry blossom and chestnut candles. You can’t help but feel joyful in the midst of all this frivolity and bounty. A word that comes to mind is bosky, which means leafy but which, to me, sings of naughtiness and abandon and an excess of life.
I need to get on with editing my book, but it’s incredibly hard to get down to it. Having worked intensively for seven months and then had encouraging feedback but no takers, I know I should be pressing on with it but I can’t seem to muster the energy or inclination for it. Maybe the next rainy day!