April is known as a trickster around these parts, and she lived up to her reputation this weekend. During our town garage sales, she sent treasure-seekers racing between vehicles and garages.
But today, the sun’s spectacular, and the sky as blue as my grandkids’ eyes. So I’ve been out checking on the growth in our yard.
My tulips, surrounded by blue bells, are peeking at the world. By the time you see this picture, it’ll have turned around, because I’m going to ask my husband for help. Every time I try to edit it, I lose everything, even my words, so I’m going to publish this post, then ask for help. If you see it’s still catty-wampus, you’ll know that didn’t work out.
But you get the idea- pretty lavender tulips and lovely bluebells.
The potatoes have decided it’s safe to show themselves, too.
And through another manuscript rejection, I’ve been challenged to slough off old, out-used attitudes. Ya think?
One of my characters motivated me in this area . . . who said we write for publication?
Sometimes I think writing is really all about the journey.
So, as May arrives in a few days, I hope I’ll maintain my late-April resolution and stay in a positive frame of mind. One thing for sure, every day brings a bit more green to our Northern Iowa world, and that’s a very good thing.
Good analogy, Gail: writing as a journey and learning along the way. The green leaves sprout in their time and bring forth fruit. And our words take wings when it’s their time to fly.
Thanks, Normandie. Yay for metaphors, eh? Thanks for stopping in≥
Gail, we’ve all been there and will probably be there again! Thanks for the uplifting post!