I have been immersed in writing classes at a conference with other writers, savvy writers who love to share and help each other strengthen their skills. Northern Colorado Writers is a wonderful group of warm, talented artists. What a blessing for me to find such a group to share my journey with. There is such an eclectic mix of personality types in this group. I find myself inspired, or laughing or amazed often all at the same time. In between classes, they helped me brainstorm a delima in my book, thinking outside my box, and bringing a whole new perspective to my problem.
The outdoor pots have all been planted. I should qualify that by saying all that I am going to fill have been filled. Several are staying in the garage this year. They (or me) need a year off. The last frost nipped my trumpet vine to the quick, but it seems to be trying to recover. That was the only casualty of spring frosts that I’ve seen so far. The carrots are up and the tomato plant is doing well. So far, the blueberry bushes are looking good. I’m hoping for a bumper crop of those (oh yes – blueberry pie with ice-cream). The asparagus was outstanding, but I haven’t seen this year’s planting come through yet.
So much to read, so little time. I now have a stack of books I need or want to read. I just don’t know how to get to them all and get the writing done that I need to get done. I looked at my calendar and Yikes! a third of the year is already gone.
My son put on the front door handle while I was in class. What a nice surprise to come home to. One more small project left on the list, and then I’m hoping everything else holds together for the rest of this year. Knock on wood.