Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Even Vegetables are Growing All the Time

Spring is very frustrating to me - perfect weather for so many things, but not for my head. I'm all right if I have a project lined up to work on, as I can write sitting down; but starting a project is right out.

I can, however, open up the hatches and let in anything and everything that happens by to add to the compost bin of my mind and rot down into something that feeds a story later. I can't grow my own peas, but I can shell farmer's market peas on the back steps and watch the birds and cats. I can't go birdwatching, but I can turn on a blue heron cam. I can't learn new things very well (fly front zippers are hard enough when I can tell up from down), but I can pace myself through established things and make tank tops and even conduct small cooking experiments. And I can't solve major mysteries, but I can work out how many queries were sent in the crack between the last back-up and the computer crash. (One. And I even know who it was to!)

Next spring, however, I need to have a project lined up. It's never too early to plan these things.


  1. I'm just happy to get out of bed in the morning. The rest is just gravy.

    Alberto Ramirez Jr.

  2. I'm afraid I'm the sort of person who doesn't feel she has the right to breathe unless she's accomplished something that day.