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.