Kangaroos and ducks . . . I wonder who’s winning
Every year when the Amaryllis flower I say Must plant some of those . . . but I always forget at the appropriate time
I even have a kind relative who I know won’t mind donating a few . . . well, probably won’t notice they’re missing anyway
Stories and poems are a bit like that. We remember that great Christmas/Easter/Mother’s Day piece usually about a week before the occasion instead of sending it in in time to be published. Next year, we say, but ditto, we do it again
I’ve just made a note about the Amaryllis in my diary so next year I hope to have a photo of mine.
And for anyone who has missed a deadline for that special occasion piece . . . send them in, I don’t mind if they come in early, even twelve months ahead!