Reader, it is popsicle season.
Or maybe: it is waiting for the baby, so I might as well indulge in popsicles all day long if i feel like it-season.
I have been writing fairly regularly and oh, it feels so good. But I am ready to go dark for a bit --not truly dark-- last time, i always kept a notebook nearby when I was up at all hours of the night--but to not really have writing be the focus of my life for a bit...well, it will be a nice break so to speak.
My 3rd book, THE SECRET OF SOIL, will be out in January 2011, so I will have 2 births in one year, so to speak.
Today I washed leeeetle tiny baby clothes. My heart swelled at the thought of a little body fitting inside them. My toddler's 2T/3T clothes seem positively giant in comparison.
My mother just made a fresh batch of lumpia for me. Bee balm is out of control in the garden.
Reader, I love summertime.
Hace 2 horas.
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Bee balm is a mint and by definition out of control. It will oppress everything else if you let it. On the other hand, pulling it out smells wonderful (after it blooms, of course -- about the time it develops powdery mildew is less painful) and it's fun/easy to follow the underground roots because they're, unlikely as it may seem, bright magenta.
I'm devouring about 2 to 3 popsicles a day. Is it a pregnant thing?
Big congrats, all around.
Thinking of you -- I was at my first Chautauqua meeting today -- members spoke highly of you.
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