Keep Writing

Sunshine yesterday and I put the tomatoes and geraniums I’m babying in a little patio hot house out on the retaining wall to bask. I know how they feel, being cooped up inside with nothing but gray skies, cold and wind. That’s the way Mother Nature rolls around here, this year. I’ve tried talking to her. She’s not listening. Not even to desperate pleas.

I drove past a neighbor, sprawled spread-eagle on his lawn in the sunshine and knew exactly how he felt. (After making certain he was alive and well and doing what I, so envied him doing. Why didn’t I think of that, anyway? Too much impulse control, I suspect. Well, dang it, stop it, right?)

Today, the morning is bright with sunshine and I’m inside typing this blog, but it’s so cold and the wind takes all the heat from the sun. This has been a harsh spring with the lack of sunshine and warmth. It makes me appreciate my foresight in planting daffodils, hyacinths and pansies.

Maddie Rose, too, has been feeling the effects of the gray, cold spring, resorting to stealing pens, paper clips and anything else I use for writing, in hopes of a chase to break up boredom.

The garden’s tilled and ready for planting. I am, too. Poetry month is almost over and though I’ve read a poem every day, that’s about it. I meant to do more. So, a few more writing contest deadlines are around the corner. I think I’ll plant a few poems in lieu of flowers and see what comes up. That’s the plan.

Keep on writing, living and trying.