Three months of sunshine. It sounds like a title for a block buster book, doesn’t it? Sunshine is good, something we take for granted, and by tacking that three-month limiter on there, it adds an element of questioning tension. Three Months of Sunshine. Like 50 Shades of Gray, or Three Cups of Tea. Yeah. But really, it’s what I’m looking for in my yard–a spot that gets sun for at least three months so I can put in my tomatoes and pumpkins. The angle of the sun has shifted high, creating a few spots where I get a smidgen more sun than in any other time of year, and I’ve been watching them. Unfortunately it’s right where I wanted to move the grill. sigh.
Three Months of Sunshine. I think it would be easier to write the book then find that in my garden.