From the tip of your summer toes to your heart, my eBook makes good summer reading…AND it’s almost here.
I’m so pleased to announce that that The Beet Goes On: Essays on Friendship & Breaking New Ground is almost ready for my subscribers FREE on the blog.
In about two weeks you’ll receive a newsletter with all the info you need to download the book. It’s my first installment in the larger print book to come. There is no question that the support I’ve had from your comments has helped me keep writing. If you’ll check the acknowledgments in the back of the eBook, you’ll see that I thank YOU.
So, what’s been happening in the garden? Well, it has been a tough summer for me as most of you know. Next week, I’ll be traveling down to southern California to be with my dad as we note the one year anniversary of my little sister’s death—hard to believe.
Also, here in the Pacific Northwest, we have had hot weather and very little rain. I find myself hand-watering almost every day. I’m not complaining, but…well yes, I’m complaining. What a summer NOT to have tomatoes in the ground—they would be growing like mad.
So, the garden has suffered some as I’ve done necessary travel and worked on the book. Thank goodness for perennials, like this gorgeous tree Hydrangea. Coming back year after year.
Plenty of roses. Enough to make lots of bouquets for the house. Bees in the delphiniums, bees around the columbine, and plenty of bees in the ceanothus. (That’s “dark star”, if I remember right.) Large stands of crocosmia just came into bloom, so we have hummingbirds doing aerial displays over the bright red crocosmia, “Lucifer.”
I don’t know about you, but I find it hard when the spring flowers are gone and the summer ones aren’t full on yet.
Working on my book and writing about aging (and the garden) has been timely. Just yesterday I went to the doctor to try and figure out what all the black spots were in front of my eyes.
Floaters! Do you know about floaters? Well, I didn’t. I sure do now. They are enough to drive a gal nuts. First ya see ‘em, then you don’t. Little black spots.
So, I bet you can guess what a set up this is. I was sitting on my bed putting on my shoes, and suddenly…..a bug was flying right at my face! Ai yi yi…a bug in my eye. I slapped myself in the head over and over.
You know don’t you? You know it wasn’t a bug and there I was slapping myself in the head like an idiot.
Getting older—a passport to a new land. With no Visa.
So readers, I leave you one more moment in the Annals of Aging and Crazy-making. Next time you find yourself slapping yourself in the head, keep in mind, it may all be in your head. Your eyes to be exact.
Now, may you use your beautiful healthy eyes to read my eBook and report back in!
We’re going to have a great time.