Today was one of those days when things just don’t go to plan. Intending to do my morning walk a little later than usual, because I was going to deliver some gluten free flour to a friend, I manged to wake later than planned and when I checked the sell by date on the packet it was well BV- November 2019. I’m don’t, as a rule, pay too much attention to sell by dates. If the food looks and smells okay, then it is. Flour is one of the few exceptions to this rule. Having baked a cake that tasted horribly sour, I have well and truly learned my lesson. Four is something you don’t mess with.
Flourless though I might be I still walked by Jan’s house, picked up the seedlings she had got ready and stopped, at a safe distance, to admire what she and Peter had done in their front garden and to have a bit of a chat.
One of the things we touched on was that point in a piece of writing when you can’t join one action to another. There needs to be a good way of linking paragraphs but somehow the words won’t come. Peter jokingly suggested “And then” which given that I’ve been telling Maddy that she can do better than using that phrase, is not something I’m going to use. His suggestion did get my brain working and I was determined to go back to the WIP when I got home.
There was one last task to do before I could sit down at the computer. I was on the way to the garden with a basket full of wet washing when Lucy rang.
The writing hasn’t been done, not all the seedlings have been potted up, but none of this matters.
One of the good things about being in lockdown is to be able to go with the flow. If it doesn’t get done today, there is always tomorrow. Since I’ve resolved not to worry, and we are listening to less news, I’m finding I’m more relaxed about everything and I’m taking the flow philosophy on board.
Who cares if I haven’t been particularly productive. Now it’s time for a glass of wine in the front garden where I can admire the tomato plants, all of which survived their first night out in the big outdoors.