No writing, no planting, not much of anything, of late. I've spent the last fortnight in bed with a bad back or hip (still not too sure which, doctors love being mysterious with their diagnoses .. and their handwriting, too, so I haven't been able to decipher the scrawls that explained my pain).
Lying down is not good for the soul, not in this large dose, at any rate. It's left me pain free but also lethargic and low. Despondent and pessimistic and very frustrated at not being able to leap about at will. Not that I've been able to leap about since my thirties .. but you know what I mean.
So really, I have nothing to say today.