Ahh, Spring. Finally! Shake off the doldrums of winter, the
extra pounds, the lagging energy, the gray days, the lazy thoughts.
Plant: peas, lettuce, chard, done. Dust off and oil garden
tools, wash up garden gloves and breathe in the scent of soil. Cut back the
dried up sticks of the perennials, the scattered leaves, unearth the new starts
and clean the patio. Spring.
Remind myself to make each minute count during my writing time.
More time pulls and distractions, but embrace the season, face reality and give
in by taking my writing outside. I’ll let spring spear me on.
Make time for a few field trips. Perfect spot to do that,
right close. Several farms implementing the 1870- method of farming within an hour’s
drive, along with pioneer museums with every item imaginable used during that
time. Details available, hands on experiences just around the corner. How lucky
am I?
Spring is a chance to grow. Along with the daffodils and
peonies, I think I’ll grow my writing.
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