Procrastination

I'm supposed to be writing a substack post. It's been brewing for days but I'm also reluctant to sit down and write it so I wandered around the garden.

I poured soapy water over the cabbages - correction, cabbage singular - in the hope it will gently discourage the tiny snails making a meal of it.

Too little too late I fear.

But some of the roses are still lovely.

Now it's time to face the fear and do it anyway. And whoever came up with that quote was stupid.