My bibliotopia is coming along nicely. The garden is complete and very soon I hope to start work on the new entrance way to the garden from the library. I’m anxious to get down there and get stuck into living like a writer – hold up in my little haven, crouched over the keyboard or with my head bent over some book.
I was down in the bibliotopia garden a few days ago, frolicking among the herbs and ferns, planting strawberries, asparagus and rosemary and for the first time in my life I thought I hope this is what heaven feels like. It was a magical moment of contentment and only those moments mattered.