On my smoothie break from writing, I started eggs boiling for the kids to dye. I often forget about eggs once I place the pan on the stove and set it to high. I’ll wander off while waiting for the water to boil, then an hour later realize, “Oh shit! The eggs!” This time, I brought Writing … Continue reading Becoming rich
I ache in every muscle of my body. Even the joints of my fingers are sore. It’s that good kind of soreness, though, the kind that reminds me I did manual labor yesterday. I must have trudged up and down that hill sixty times between mowing, pruning, going back and forth for tools and iced water, … Continue reading The hill is mulched!
I woke as usual today, at 5:43ish, to feed the cats who meowed outside our bedroom door. Unlike most mornings, today I crawled back into bed. I snuggled against my husband and lay in bed happy, knowing my day was wide open and free. Except at 2:30 when I neve to remember to pick up … Continue reading Good morning, spring break
One more day until the mulch arrives and my vacation begins. I am as jittery with excitement as a child before Christmas. My to do list for the garden is growing: mow, cut back forsythia, read about when to plant the seeeds I want to plant, check on the last frost date, sow seeds, mulch, … Continue reading Tomorrow’s the day!
I watched the sun rise while I wrote this morning. “Write about the quality of light shining through your window.” That’s what my exercise was today. I’ve written ten pages per day the past two days in some wild effort to fill my composition book by the end of the month. There was no light … Continue reading A whole lot of nothing
Last month, when my poor family suffered snow and wind chills in the negative digits, I was in Mexico for work. We worked hard, I swear. And we also played hard. After a full week of training, testing, troubleshooting, and writing, we took one day to go exploring. My teammate booked a private van for … Continue reading Mayan Ruins in Mexico