Changing thoughts on a bad evening:

of plants, pain, possums and blue-footed boobies
I hadn't felt well all day, and after work I'd come home to the same chaos of house and garden that has been plaguing me - and getting steadily worse - for months. The two week heat wave had finally broken; the evening was deliciously cool and misty - paradise for someone with more than 600 plants yet to plant. But I was worn out and in pain, so instead of planting I sat down with my journal - and an ice pack on my back - and began to write... Read the journal entry