It's been fun so far. I didn't read all the replies when I first received them, so I've discovered a lot of lovable new voices and interesting stories. The process of typing them up has been a delight too: I've felt close to each writer as I've typed, a feeling I used to enjoy when I was young, copying my favourite poems by hand so I could stick them on my walls or give them to friends.
Sometimes I've encountered editing dilemmas. I've cut a few passages in order to tighten the replies and I've corrected a few spelling and punctuation mistakes. On the whole though I've tried to keep my interfering fingers to myself and let each person speak. I've also removed some references to people and places that I thought might make a writer recognisable, but here again I've tried to do as little as possible.
And now spring's become summer and tomorrow will be the solstice. When I started typing up the replies the first primroses were coming into flower, now my garden's full of roses and there are still a few more replies to come.