|Agnes rules the garden and loves fall asters.|
Or, I could tell you that I've been spending a lot of time sitting on the [actual] garden bench reading.
Or, I could tell you that work has been grinding me down for the past month and taking all my attention.
Or. I could tell you that I've been working nearly afternoon in the new cutting garden weeding or in the "old" garden deadheading for the winter.
None of those would be true.
|A "red" chrysanthemum. I planted lots.|
Or, I could tell you that I've been shopping ... shopping! I hate to shop; have to be dragged kicking and screaming to a mall - preferably outlet or deep discount - and forced to buy for myself, greatly preferring to buy for others. Christmas is coming, you know.
Or, I could tell you that I have gotten so far behind in reading my blog list that I just haven't written in a while.
|I hacked the phlox back in August, and surprise! new blooms.|
But what is also true is that I just haven't felt like writing - no ideas, no energy, no interest, nothing catching my attention. Hadn't even taken a photo in nearly three weeks! It's ennui. I love that word and probably haven't ever written it before, but it describes the lump-on-a-pickle existence that I have led for the past month.
|I have tons of pink fall anemones, but suddenly a white one, too.|
So, I'm reading, just not writing, and am sure the enthusiasm will kick in soon.