The first sweetcorn and reading Joan Paton Walsh & Dorothy Sayers A Presumption of Death.

Walking in changeable weather and trying to clear up a big mess I made on Sunday.

Spending time with my mother’s diaries on her birthday.

Army camp, gin palaces and the arrival of two cranky babies.

Trying to work out why the Writers’ Cave is such a good thing and wondering how to stop creating obstacles for myself.

How pruning the brambles gives me a few hints for my Year of Letting Go.

A long walk back from getting a hair cut but with a few treats ahead to keep me going.

Eating my first nectarine and enjoying my Year of Letting Go.

Wandering down to North Hobart after a day of reading and editing, and enjoying the way things are flowing at the moment.

A lovely, writerly day but rather topsy turvy.

Mole Out Loud #521
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