Yesterday, I was scouting around in my garden, and I spotted my first forsythia bloom of the year, Only a week ago, my garden was a tundra: Because I record things, like ice storms and first blooms, in my garden journal, I could quickly check to see when ice storms and first blooms had happened…
Tag: From My Morning Chair
The Long Autumn Nap but April Come, She Will — Surviving the Seasons of My Mind
Morning Has Broken — Again! This morning, as soon as I awoke, I could hear Cat Stevens singing inside me: “Morning has broken – Like the Frst Moning!” – Cat Stevens I painted the above image after a long nap — otherwise know as a creative block — I couldn’t paint — I couldn’t write,…