I confess I've been sidetracked by little green things. Strawberry runners, basil sprouts, cabbage sprouts, Roma tomato sprouts, marigold seedlings, and begonia cuttings. It happens every year. 

This behavior is a direct result of being cooped up in an office for so many years. I envied my grandfather who had time to ooh and ahh over his seedlings every day. I installed Gro-light bulbs in the den but are my sprouts there? Nope. They're in my sunroom office with me. 

My late husband used to shake his head - but he said nothing. He found it amusing that after so many years another side of me popped out when I retired. He didn't help with the garden, except to keep me company when I worked in it, but he enjoyed fresh veggies on the table as much as I do. 

I supposed if I'm going to allow myself to be distracted it's best it be with something productive. 

And that new work-in-progress? I banged out the first chapter, slept on it, and decided it needed expansion. So I am working on that. 

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