By Maryanna GabrielOnce the robins and I have finished arguing over the blueberries in the patch below it is a scramble around here. The determined tidiness of the garden goes by the wayside. Blackberries are sending tentacles through the fence, the grape is growing over the apple tree, the jasmine has ascended a fir minding his own business, and prickly vines and dying foxglove are overcoming the Buddha statue. It is all I can do to keep up with the watering. There are beans to bring in and carrots to coddle. My attention is drawn elsewhere on a major front or two and thus the garden, as always, reflects my inner state.
Simon Fraser University called me today. "Hello", I said. I am accepted. It is a serious writing program I am now in. The University of Toronto work continues. I am skipping double time. None of this willy nilly, hither and yon, with the blogs here. I have to word smith. There is a writing evolution happening. It is kind of exciting. Where is all of this going?