The days are getting longer. It seems like only yesterday it would already be dark by now, candles lit in every window as I made my home through the cold afternoon. Now the sun is still visible behind the trees, an orange ball lighting up the fields. I’ve been in the garden today, getting it ready for the onslaught of spring. The first little winter flowers are already poking through the blanket of dead leaves.
The only thing I do not like about this house is the cooker/stove/whatever you want to call it. It either heats up like the seven circles of hell or just lies there with a bored look on its face. Today it ruined three out of five pancakes. (That’s crêpes, not the little fat ones.) I was in a lousy mood after that epic failure, so I cleaned. I can’t call it doing chores because it sounds like I’m spending my time doing something I should be paying a neighbourhood kid to do. And next time I’ll remember to bring my special pancake batter spoon from Paris.
After I cleaned, I went into the garden. Once summer comes, my garden will be awash with lemon balm. Which is wonderfully fragrant but dries into little stalks that need to be pulled up every winter. This summer I solemnly promise that I will use it for something. While I pulled up stalks and fought the encroaching rose bushes, I considered what those somethings might be.
- The Little Lemon Balm Lemonade Stand. Passing motorists can stop for a cool glass of refreshment on their way through the village.
- Lemon Balm Muffins. Self-explanatory.
- Lemon Balm Icing. Ditto.
- The Little Lemon Balm Bakery. Combining all of the above ideas.
- A Garden of Lemon Balm. Chick-lit romance.
- Lemon Balm Lust. Trashy romance.
- Lady Lucy and the Gardener’s Lemon Balm. Historical trashy romance/erotica.
- Ladybird Lemon Balm. Children’s book.
That’s the wonderful thing about being a writer. Even the most annoying day (yes you’re allowed to be in a bad mood when you burn the pancakes on Pancake Day) can get better if you start thinking about new stories to create, new lives to write.
All you need is a little lemon balm.