In the garden

Spent most of the day in the garden doing physical things to trees and hedges or sitting and reading Neil Gaiman's Smoke and Mirrors.

Working in the garden can be very gratifying, knowing that I'm somehow controlling my own little bit of nature and in the process making the gardn a pleasure to be in, particularly when reading a good book. Sometimes my mind becomes too filled with all my own stuff and just to have a break from that and come down to earth again is a breath of fresh air (all puns intended).

However, my mind being what it is, I should have known it couldn't leave me alone for long and as I sat at one point, enjoying a cool drink, thoughts began to turn over. I began to have an idea for a story set in a garden, starting from the very point I was at that moment. So, what could I do but grab a pad from the house and start jotting down some notes before the ideas fled my flighty mind.

As I look at the piece of paper sitting in front of me now I realise that I need a proper hook for the story. My notes concentrate on the setting without the real meat of the story itself coming through. As I have so many other things to do at the moment, I shall let it play out in the subconscious (and murky, I often suspect) realms of my mind and I'm sure that it will resolve itself.

In between all that, I actually managed to sketch up one of my cartoon strips. I may get the inking done this evening. If so, I'll colour it tomorrow...