A Writer's Garden

Here it is--my pride and joy. Oh, you thought I meant my kids? Well, that goes without saying, but this is my special place. It's where I escape with my iPod and putter around, dreaming up storylines and thinking of my characters. When the weather's nice, even in winter, you can usually find me on the back porch swing. Sometimes I sit out there and daydream and sometimes I'll plug away on my laptop. Most often I'll have at least one of my weasels sitting next to me. They like to help me with my stories, but usually their advice is to have Spiderman show up and get the bad guys with his webs. Not exactly the plot twists I'm looking for, but I appreciate their efforts.




















When we bought our place I didn't know squat about plants or gardening, but I learned fast and became a regular at our local nurseries. After a lot of trial and error, my garden began to take shape, and if it weren't for the evil black vine weevils I'm constantly at war with, this place would be pretty close to my idea of heaven on earth. Enjoying my hard word relaxes me. I like to sit on the porch swing and listen to the silvery trickle of water in my fountain and the delicate music of the windchimes carried on the breeze. It's like fairies are dancing in my yard. I breathe in the fragrance of fresh cut grass, the honey of sweet alyssum and the rich perfume of roses. Bliss. Especially if the boys are quiet :).




















So now you've seen my little slice of paradise and can think of me on my back porch working on my next book. Cross your fingers that it'll survive the flying soccer and baseballs that will abound for the next few years!

Do you have a special place that inspires you?