Good morning everyone.
I’m sitting at my computer looking out over my
gardens with my hands just aching to get started. March. It’s a month of
waiting, of the almost but not yet. Some days it feels like spring, with the
sun shining down and the crocus’ stretching up their necks to meet it. But then
the next day it snows. A lot.
Actually complaining about the weather is not my
point today. It’s more about anticipation. After spending a lot of time at this
blogging thing I think I can safely say all of us are waiting for something.
Even those of us who have achieved the holy grail of publication are still
waiting. For the next book, the next something.
Today. Just for today, I am going to sit back and
sip on my cup of tea and know that spring is out there somewhere, even if it’s
buried under a foot of snow.
It's coming! My daffodils are blooming here. :)
ReplyDeleteEnjoy your day, Melanie!
Thank you Emily, I did. and some of my crocus's managed to wiggle their way through the snow, so there's hope after all.
DeleteEw. Snow in middle March is not fun.
ReplyDeleteHere in St. Louis, it keeps teasing us...50s one day, 30s the next. Or take today for instance. 28 degrees in the morning, and it's supposed to get up to 70 this afternoon.
As for the waiting...I'm waiting from my publisher's editor. Seven months of waiting....
I'm from New York so snow in March isn't that unusal, or April, or sometimes May. But it annoys me just the same.
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