A day lost in the garden.

I spent almost the entire day in the garden yesterday.  I didn’t even turn the computer on as I didn’t want to be distracted.  Already, the difference is spectacular.

Of course there’s still a lot to do, and plenty of decisions to be made about what goes where but the progress I’ve made already is encouraging. It feels so different to the last house. There the garden was a battle ground; me versus the weeds, the endless grass and the hawthorn. Here, gardening is already a pleasure again even though I’m still at the hard labour stage.

News – there ARE fish in the pond. So far I’ve seen  three. The water’s too murky to make out what kind they are yet. What I’ll do with them  I don’t know. I’m tempted to keep them but that won’t please the frogs.

This morning I made an appointment with my solicitor. The flat I’m buying is about to go through so I will be even busier. I just have to remember that I can only do one thing at a time and that even if I have a list of three dozen things that need doing, thinking about ALL of them will only stress me out. Annoyingly, last night I didn’t get very much sleep at all, mainly because I overdid the garden and ached all over, but also because I couldn’t turn my mind off and It would keep fretting. Given the opportunity my head would spend all its time dreaming up bad case scenarios. I have to actively work against that. If I don’t, I could end up feeling ill (depressed ) again and that’s something I need to avoid at all costs.

As I look at my diary, I’m wondering when I’m going to find time to squeeze in any actual writing.  I’m going to Scarborough on the 18^th, just for a couple of days, so I’m HOPING I can find some time then, even if it’s only on the train journey.