You see, I told the cat
that we have things to do today.
And what did he have to say?
Nothing, because he
is still fast asleep,
monopolizing my lap.
Priorities…
So, I suppose the work can wait.
After all, what’s a little
procrastinating
between feline and friend?
This little guy seems to come back and visit us every year.
We always see him at his favorite spot on the power lines by our back window. Out of curiosity, I looked up bluebirds, and most of the information I found says that they symbolize joy and hope, and are a sign that good things are just around the corner. Well, I sure hope so! But perhaps it’s enough that this little one makes me smile – a big kindness from so small a creature.
Nature is amazing, y’all.
For whatever it is,
no matter how far,
keep going.
There’s more than enough
sky up there
for all your dreams
and then some.
You’re talking to me,
I know,
and I sort of, mostly hear you.
See, I’m not quite here
(though not quite not) –
I’m somewhere else,
far away
right in front of you.
It’s not one place,
so I can’t tell you where,
or when,
or exactly how I came to be there.
Or even, truthfully,
when I might be back.
You’re frustrated,
I can tell,
but just consider this:
How wonderful to travel
without tickets
or borders
or worries about time and money
and a place to stay.
I’m lucky, I think.
Now…
…what did you say?
It’s so gorgeous out today, and I just had to share some pictures that Graham snapped on his morning walk with Annie. (Where was I? Alas, I’m not a morning person, so, still in bed.)
I’m really hoping we get some fruit this year from our apple trees. I doubt we will, but you never know!
I suppose they’re just weeds, but I think they’re lovely.
The Japanese maple looks so vibrant in the morning sunlight.
Perhaps I ought to start waking up earlier, right? This is certainly a lot of color and beauty to miss in the service of sleeping in.
We have them.
But the weather is gorgeous and warm, there’s trivia tonight at one of our favorite places, and, for Merlin and Annie, there are plenty of soft, sunny spots to take a nap.
Wednesdays aren’t so bad after all, are they?
It feels like it happened overnight, and now here we are!
Redbud trees are my favorite. They’re native to the area, and I think every bit as lovely as cherry blossoms. To me, it’s not spring until the redbud trees bloom.
There’s actually a small festival near the town where I grew up. I’ve never attended, despite living so close for so long, and perhaps one of these days I should change that.
But for now, I’ll enjoy this beauty from the comfort of my favorite writing chair.
I love snow in winter, but there’s nothing quite like watching things come alive again in spring.
Maybe we’ll even get some apples from our orchard this year! But even if not, just seeing the blossoms makes me smile.
Y’all, it’s beautiful outside today.
I always find that in that space between seasons – the end of one and beginning of another, when things first start to change – it’s hard for me to focus. I just want to watch, and feel, and experience.
Anybody else?
My plan for today was to get some non-writing tasks done and then devote the afternoon to creative work. But alas, it’s just perfect daydreaming weather, and I think I shall just have to go and play outside instead.
And I’m not even sorry.
(Well, maybe I’m a little sorry. Or, at least, I likely will be tomorrow. But tomorrow’s tomorrow. We only get one today, don’t we?)
Guess I’ll just have to wait.
(But seriously, may we all be so loved and wanted as Graham and me on Monday morning when Merlin basically demands all of our attention to play and cuddle. I wouldn’t change a thing.)
A Virginia Writer's Diary 