In other words, spring is in full prodigal flush. All I managed to capture were some of the colours – even though it was a grey day with rain threatening. What I can’t convey in pictures is the sounds of birdsong, the scampering of chipmunks and squirrels in last year’s dry rustling leaves, the splash of frogs hopping into the water, the frogsong that begins in late afternoon and extends through the night – this is a season of awakenings. And one of the best sensory measures of spring is the rich, deep scent of the awakening earth itself : woodsy, pungent, rich – the odour of life itself, overlaid with the exotic whiffs of skunk cabbage just coming into bloom.
Delicious too the bread I baked this morning – it came out of the oven half an hour before lunch and made the bet sandwich ever!
I’ve had such a productive day: laundry, cleaning, baking and, best of all, writing and writing and writing – and editing of course. I am working hard on my second draft. What I find entirely amazing is that I like what I am reading! I hope I am not being delusional – but it’s true: I like it!
Soon, I’ll be ready for others to read it. But not yet – I still have a couple of hundred pages to go through. I have never enjoyed writing as much in my life. I feel that I have found my home place in this craft. Looking back, I can see how everything I have written, from the time I was a young girl, has led me to this place.