The best part of the year happened for us this last month, when our grandson Roi Oliver Douglas was born in Kyoto, Japan.
A new year provides a marker, a milestone reached and the beginnings of the next stage. Measures, markers; the tick of the clock.
Back in the eighties when our sons were small, we always had a large vegetable garden on the go, but we let it lapse when rampant consumerism caught us up in its swirl.
Some resolutions ...
A job change for me.
More picnics ... more photos ...
Writing-wise, I aim to focus on my third poetry collection.
Plus the novel that won't let me forget that it now exists - however embryonic. It keeps growing attachments and limbs; hey! It's organic. But it needs lengths of time I haven't available at the moment. (So make that another reso. To manufacture massive amounts of time to concentrate on writing a novel).
Happy New Year!