Spring seems round the corner in Edinburgh this weekend. Sunshine two days in a row, birds singing, the garden less in shadow than before.
The real excitement, however, is being able to see this from our new desk. A friend, O, who’s part of our church small group, came and fitted a very large wooden shelf in our study. I am now able to write this and see out at the same time into our garden, enjoying lots of natural light and space.
Not sure whether the desk will provide necessary thinking space too for both of us, but it’s increasing the chances. No bad thing while I try to finish the essays for my counselling course, and Dan plans the next exciting installment of Inigo: the expansion.
Dan and I are both quite good at writing elsewhere from desks – beds, sofas, even sitting room floors. But having the space to write should help our postures and maybe even help us think more clearly.
I can now see bulbs coming up at the far end of the garden, and the magpies buzzing about finding nesting material. All’s right with the world, for a few precious hours. No bad place to sit. Or think.