In My Writing Nook

At the end of April, when I returned from my brother’s wedding in Mexico, my garden had burst from the ground. Green was everywhere. At least I presumed it was everywhere as I still had to clear away the dead stuff from last fall. Forget about writing my script due for reading on the following Monday. There was a garden to clear and it called to me every time I sat down.
There is something very satisfying about digging in the earth. Whether it’s fulfilling some primal need, or perhaps just the simplicity of clearing out of the old to let the new come through, for three hours I pulled, dug, raked and sweated.
From the curb, I surveyed my efforts. The tulips and daffodils were ready to bloom and with a couple of plants divisions and shifts my garden held all the promise I could hope for. Not bad considering the ‘Flower Massacre of 2005’ (another story for another time). The next week I dragged a friend with a COSTCO membership out to get some hanging baskets my mother had recommended. Then the out side trip to HOME DEPOT…and another $200…for the plants for the window baskets and misc other plants. Add one mother’s day of serious work and my garden is totally complete.
So today, I sit on my new IKEA garden table and chairs, pansies on the table, twinkle lights behind me. The birds are singing up a storm. My pet rabbit is stretched out in the raspberry bushes beside me.

Life seems incredibly perfect.

And I have no more excuses not to write.