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

My pets

I used to always have a dog. The list of their names is quite long but I think I could remember most of their names although I won't bore you with that now. The landlord of the house I live in doesn't allow pets which is probably best at this point in my busy life...

but he can't really do much about these cuties!

Happy Memorial Day!

From my house (literally... a poppy from Mo's flower bed) to yours!

Motherhood

When our children are young, our instinct is to look over their shoulders and make sure they're not biting off more than they can chew. It's perfectly natural for that little adventurer to keep mom on her toes...

Generally every waking moment is filled with exploration

 wading in waters that are a little too deep

 setting off on roads that are a little to steep

 and attempting to step beyond the boundaries of acceptable behavior...

But there are those rare moments when we find blissful rest... 

and snake our faces toward the sun