Progress On Next Book

Well waddaya know, I might well just promise you a rose garden after all. That, or a ray of sunshine. Or a floral arrangement celebrating the rise of Imperial Japan. Or just a little hidden wonder, unexpected, revealing itself, almost announcing itself… bursting forth. The shed in the background – currently empty – strikes me as the most perfect place to wake up. This little garden was one of the many surprises that popped up on a daytrip around the city. It was hidden. It’s not advertised. It’s not boasted about. It’s just there, to be discovered.