Nothing was left to do except to pull up summer’s weedy petunias, zinnias, and marigolds in the planter boxes and switch them out for winter’s pansies.
Then came the wreck and all I wanted to do was take another pain pill and huddle on a recliner.Happily, someone told me about a young woman who would not only sell and deliver flats of pansies, but plant them as well. She came out and cheerfully pulled out the old, then tamped in the new.
I’m feeling more cheerful myself now and am finally ready to get back to the rewrite of my 2011 book. My editor has been wonderfully patient and understanding, but she raised some valid points that I need to tackle, so I’ll be pulling up clumps of weedy verbiage and start switching it out for fresher, more vibrant narration. At least that’s my plan.
In the meantime, my warmest thanks to all of you who have cheered me through this past month with your flowers, cards, Cheetohs, and eMails. I’m convinced I have the best, most caring readers in the world. You really did lift my spirits.