I’m working on a book. Said book includes a garden- a beautiful, elaborate back yard garden. I went to a local nursery hoping for a quick interview that would give me a list of possible plants for the garden. Instead, when I arrived I was presented with a list, organized by category (SERIOUSLY!?!?!). It was so above and beyond and phenominal.
Side note- if you’re in the Nashville area, Bates Nursery is so worth the drive north. I live in West Franklin and drive up there for pete’s sake.
Anyway, back to the story. So I took the amazing list, paired it with Google images, and created a board on pinterest with images of each plant to help me while I’m working on the garden passages in the book.
It’s AMAZING. Except that I stopped writing almost 20 minutes ago to check the board because I’m working on a passage where Ashley is leading someone through the garden for the first time. I needed to see the pictures.
But, alas, as happens so often on Pinterest, I got sidetracked. And now I’m writing a blog post about it. Because there is no better excuse for not getting my writing done than because I was getting other writing done.