The Adventure Continues…
No Dirt Under My Nails
The excitement to get my hands dirty always began in March with the first warm spell that melted enough snow to expose the earth. The moment I caught a glimpse of what was buried under the blanket of snow I’d pull one of my gardening books off the shelf, sit on a recliner and flip through the pages to dream about what I’d do that growing season.
This spring has been very different. I got the thrill of experiencing my first snowless winter (other than the three times I woke up to several inches of snow in New Mexico). But, now that I’m back in the county in which I resided, I admit I miss my gardens.
By now I’ve shared the morel mushrooms I found at a secret spot with my mother and several appreciative friends. The only mushroom hunting I’ve done this year happened while I was walking one of the two pups that reside at the home where I’m camping for the time being. I wouldn’t really call it hunting, it was more like browsing the ditches.
In my mind’s eye, I imagine that my daffodils are radiant, the trilliums in blossom and the Forget-Me-Nots are ready to turn the landscape over the drain field a delicate pale blue. About this time of the year, I’d be cussing and swearing with grand dread of cleaning the three woman-made ponds. The patio furniture and chiminea would be adorning the concrete pad between the walk-out basement wall and the largest pond that my father helped me to create.
I continue to repeat, like a broken record, “I miss my dirt.”
Poor Lorri heard that very line at least thirty to forty times on our annual Mother’s Day excursion to local greenhouses and garden stores. This year we wandered a different route than our normal. It felt odd that I wasn’t filling three flats with various kinds of rosemary, chocolate mint, parsley, dill, basil, thyme, spearmint and anything that caught my eye. Instead I purchased one container of rosemary and parsley for my portable home.
Our visit to a particular local greenhouse had me lusting to own dirt again. There was one ceramic pot that stood over two feet tall and succulents draping down from the side ports and overflowed from the top. I have had the perfect spot for it. I envisioned its elegance embellishing the dark red clay chiminae. It would have added a new layer of visual warmth to the haven in the back yard. Alas I settled with a small haworthia aristata to adorn my kitchen counter next to the aloe plant in the camper.
As I lay here in bed writing this blog post, I realize I have yet to assemble my thoughts and notes together and put in motion the necessary action to writing the books I started working on this winter. I started writing two, and both sit idle in a computer folder waiting for me to tap dance on the keyboard again. For close to a month I thought about starting a writer’s group. I even went to the extent of creating a sales sheet and set up a membership portable. So far I have verbally told one writer, four non-writers and quietly made mention of the sales page in a Facebook group.
If there’s one thing I’ve done this winter is contend with fears of all sorts, as you have witnessed within this series. Since I seem to have a heightened level of bravery with my sword of words, here it goes:
Pen To Paper Writers Circle
A Community of Bloggers, Magazine Article Writers and Book Authors
Mastermind/Accountability Group Circle
Are you a writer craving a community that’ll help you hold yourself accountable and provide the encouragement you deserve?
Do you intend to find guidance in a community atmosphere to focus on achieving writing goals?
Writing is a solitary activity. It’s one of the few professions/hobbies done in silence for long periods of time. We can feel isolated, our motivation dwindle, creativity fades and productivity evaporates.
This should be enough information to get the interested to click on this ACCESS LINK and not bore those who have no desire to write.
The intention is to offer support to bloggers, writers and authors, and encourage them to take the action steps towards their writing goals. We’ll explore the topics of editing, grammar, punctuations and so forth on our weekly video calls.
For the curious, please do check out the information page.
Until next time, I will continue to put pen to paper and dream of gardening…
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