It’s a gorgeous morning on our farm with soft breezes and warming sunshine. So nice after the bone-chilling cold and wind of the last few days.

I’m about to head out to help Bear plant our plum orchard, but first I just wanted to sit awhile with you.

pale pink hollyhocks

I’ve been in hibernation mode the last few weeks, squirreling myself away in my office researching, transcribing, hunting down elusive names, dates, and details. Rare is the night I can stay awake past 8 p.m., for my whole being is exhausted from this enterprise. But it’s a good tired, a satisfied tired, a “this work is worth it” tired.

Chinese cabbage

I set myself goals throughout the day, rewarding myself with treks to the garden, walks with Luna, chats and smoothies with Bear. Sometimes I even steal an entire hour to disappear into a Poirot or Phryne Fisher mystery.

I can’t describe how calming and mind-clearing it is to wander among plants and trees, to work hard for an hour or two digging new garden beds and collecting veggies for lunch. It makes it so much easier to return to the keyboard with renewed enthusiasm and clarity of thought.

lobelia and rose

Luna, my dog, loves these breaks. She hears my office door open and leaps up in her pen, tail wagging furiously, wriggling and whining with excitement as I approach her gate and let her out for a run.

We visit the other dogs and check on the goats, collect a few eggs from the ducks, geese, and chooks, and hang out with Bear as he shows us the progress he’s made on gate-building or latch-designing or gadget-inventing.

purple pea blossom

She watches, fascinated as I collect the days bounty of peas, asparagus, Chinese cabbage, silverbeet, kale, and chicory, sniffing my hands to see if any of it suits her fancy. It doesn’t.

Dutch purple peas

Then she happily gnaws a bone while I sit down on an old tire to eat a handful of peas grown from seeds brought from Hungary by my friend Oma.

lap full of peas

Then it’s back to work. I scratch Luna’s ears and close her pen, settle down on the old rattan couch in my office, collect my stacks of paper around me, and get back to typing.

Now I’m celebrating the end of all my transcribing with some tree-planting with Bear.

After lunch I’ll start writing Chapter One. 🙂

What little things keep you going through your jobs? xo