Cecilia Mary Gunther (CMG) in the blog called Thekitchensgarden challenged her readers to post a picture of their workplace under the definition “where I write”.
And I wish I could say it was here, outside in my garden soulfully gazing around on the shrubs and flowers I did my writing, but no.
This is my writing place. CMG pointed out that we should not tidy up before we took the picture, and I certainly didn’t. And I haven’t arranged anything on my desk. This is the place I write, work and play. You can even see my Rottweilers bone on the carpet. I have no windows in the immediate vicinity, I sit upstairs on a kind of a mezzanine open to the whole ground floor.
I have a nice hand cream, drinks sparkling water (preventing snacking), have a measuring tape at hand (because inches is not that simple for the metric people), tags from plants I have planted and empty seed packets which names I enter into a spreadsheet to keep track of everything in my garden, notes and lists, “Oxford Advanced Learner’s Dictionary of current English” (since I’m not native English) garden books, and catalogs, lip balm, hairclip, and a part of garden hose (needed the dimensions) and my husbands new camera lens.
What you don’t see (thankfully) in the picture are the coffee stains and the crispbread crumbs.
Have a really, really nice day y’all!