Here is another extract that is part of a larger collection, I hope you enjoy it:
“Days spent in words and nature. Leaves unfurl, flowers bloom and pens die. Comes the morning and the sun. Words and weeds are dug. This is where magic happens. Plot twists, new shoots, wild green. Plant seeds and murmuring lips. Exhaustion then elation. Marvellous and arduous. The work IS the magic. I pick up a tool and dig in.”
I’ll be writing more about creativity and nature – subscribe if that interests you.