Writer's cramp...

I am in the last stretch of my project (which has been a LONG time in the making) and I am happy about heading into the finish line. I have my sights on what I want to say, how I want it to look, what the ending should look like but I find the words seem to fail me as I go to put it on paper. It's so frustrating (to say the least!!). It's times like these that I find the words of Hemingway comforting...

There is no rule on how to write. Sometimes it comes easily and perfectly; sometimes it's like drilling rock and then blasting it out with charges. -Ernest Hemingway

In the meantime, I've done some editing on my pictures, experimenting with the wildflowers (and a flower that Mo recently planted) that have colored my world. Hope they do the same for you!

Her body calculated to a millimeter to suggest a bud yet guarantee a flower. -F. Scott Fitzgerald

 All flowers in time bend towards the sun, I know you say there's no one for you, But here is one. -Jeff Buckley

 "And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns." -Thomas Moore

 Art is the unceasing effort to compete with the beauty of flowers - and never succeeding. -Gian Carlo Menotti

"All good writing is swimming under water and holding your breath."  -F. Scott Fitzgerald

Heaven, I'm in Heaven

The days grow longer with the changing season and Apollo is in all his glory, majestically charioting to and fro across the sky. He gazes down at the earth...

proudly inspecting the fruits of his labor: greening grass, flowering bud, and streaming flood. 

I bask in the Sun's embrace, my arms already browning from the amber warmth.  

 The cares of the week are behind me. The albatross of life's contracts forgotten. 

 Even beloved indoor activities have no pull. Sitting in the shadows of a door and four walls has no appeal.

Time to get outdoors, hike the hills, walk down bricked lanes and dig into earth, it's toasty chocolateness soothing, tranquilizing.

 The entertainment is tailored to suit the outdoor environment 

 and the strolling crowds are anxious to be pleased.

 The rhythm of the conga invites audience participation...

A celebration of the sun's trek toward it's zenith.

*Hi all! I haven't been getting much of anything done really: blogging, visiting you all and writing (this is about the most I've written for a week or so!) is taking the backseat as I head outside to enjoy our beautiful springtime weather. How about you? Are you finding the outdoors too tempting to get stuff done?

Last flowers of summer

A week and a half ago, we were on a walk in the foothills and I took this picture.  

Today the hills are covered in snow (and no, I am not going out there to take a picture!). It's possible they may have made it through the storm, but winter has made it's presence known and I am already feeling the denseness of the cold. I hang on to warm weather as long as I can in spirit and in mind because I need it to survive the shortened days and brittle winds of winter. 

So here's to holding on to the last flowers of summer. 

Season: Best/Worst

For all those who know and love me they will know which picture portrays my favorite and which my least favorite season... 

and if you look around my blog you quickly figure out which location I wish I live in and which I actually live in.