Traditional spring cleaning is not for me this year, probably because there’s nothing traditional about this year. It’s not about cleaning, reorganizing and clearing items out of my house. With sheltering-at-home for months and family underfoot, honestly, it’s impossible. And as for giving away old clothes and household items I no longer need; well, there’s no one out there to take them during a pandemic. Thrift shops, deemed non -essential, are closed.
So I’ve chosen to transform my yard.
As my landlord readies the perimeter to replace the fence that blew over in the last of winter’s wind storms, I tackle redoing my surroundings.
First, I started small by replanting the hanging baskets on the porch. So far so good, no birds have decided to nest in them. Years when they do, all the plants die as I can’t bear to evict baby birds.
Second, out of deference to my also sheltering-at-home neighbors, I commenced work on the front yard. They should have a pretty view when they look out their windows. I’ve been pruning and weeding vigorously before spreading shredded redwood bark under and around my numerous rose bushes.
Third, I began tilling the earth in the backyard to plant fava beans and zucchini. Tomatillo seeds went in the wine barrel planters, and the specially-ordered heirloom tomato plants from Wild Boar Farms went into pots on the patio.
And then—only then—I filled in flowers—bright, colorful blooms overflowing.
It’s been a rough couple of months for creativity. I’ve been reading scads of romance novels, but doing very little writing of my own. I felt dried up and tired, exhausted and drained. But as I tromp outside into the sunshine, as I begin working my yard, I’m rejuvenated. My latest manuscript, that’s been languishing on my computer for weeks, is now on-screen and getting revised. As I clear the debris from my yard, I clear it from my manuscript. And as the seeds germinate, so do ideas for how to finish this story.
And, I hope, as plants flourish and fruit appears, so will new words find their way into my novel.
Steal My Heart
August 5, 2019
Hot contemporary ~ Romantic suspense
When a fantasy turns into a cold reality
Lexanne Harris had a plan down to the last sexy detail. Never did she think her attempt to spice up her love life with her boyfriend would involve her in a burglary with a sexier than sin thief whose emerald eyes and serious between the sheets skills are impossible to forget. As a police detective she is expected to stand on the side of the law and fight for justice. But what happens when the lines of justice blur and what’s wrong becomes way too tempting?
The situation might be challenging but Lexanne is determined to get assigned to the case, recover the jewels and catch the culprit.
The question is: What will she do with her sexy cat burglar when she catches him?
More About Aimee
Having lived in both California and Texas, Aimee O’Brian now resides in the beautiful wine country. With her three children grown and experiencing their own adventures, she and her husband are free to explore the world. When she’s not reading, writing, or planting even more perennials in her garden, she can be found stomping through ancient ruins and getting lost in museums.