With Steven Creed and the whole modern-day Stone Creek bunch, that is. I’m just having the best time writing this book. I know I keep saying that, but it’s true. I can’t seem to contain my delight in this whole magical process.
Still listening to the Churchill letters at night, on the iPod. Winston and Clementine–what a romance. They were so clearly in love, beginning to end, and Clementine is proof of the old saying that behind every great man is a woman. Winston, like many brilliant people, could be rash. He would outline some wild and sweeping political plan in a letter to “Clemmie”–in that way of the English upper classes, they seemed to be apart a lot–and she would respond with calming words and an eloquent opposing argument or a better idea. And Winston, being brilliant, would usually change his mind.
I haven’t forgotten my promise to post some pictures; just have a tussel with my phone camera for some reason. The weather is gorgeous and the biggest of my peony bushes is about to pop out with glorious pink blossoms. I’ve planted the other favorites–zinnias–and a container-bed of lettuce for summer salads. YUM.
Make it a good day.