Procrastination. I think we all suffer from it to a greater or lesser extent. Sometimes it is hard to leave a book we are reading (Landmarks by Robert Macfarlane), sometimes it is something as simple as sitting and gazing in to space (I am really good at that), but I find that the hardest thing of all is the actual standing up.
Once I am on two legs and moving forwards then I am half way there.
Last Friday on the market I bought a dozen pelargoniums to pot up, mostly in the manger under the front window. I have had a good excuse every day for not getting round to doing it. We were going out, it was raining, it was looking like rain, it was too windy (this has been a bad week for gales here). But today it is fine, there is only a light breeze, I am ready to go -so this is just a short post today to say I am going out into the garden.
This afternoon is our exercise afternoon so it is early lunch and then an hour of movement, which will do me a power of good as I have missed three Wednesday afternoons.
Lunch will surprise the farmer (we rarely, if ever have a pudding as we watch our weight) - there is quiche and salad left from yesterday so that will do for the first course. Yesterday I bought some blueberries, so I am going to make pancakes with blueberries and honey. All being well I should earn Brownie points (if it works out well).
Photo of pelargoniums later should prove I have not procrastinated.
There you are; half an hour later and it is done. Why has it taken me so long to get round to it?