Waiting on the Dogwoods
It’s been almost a month to the day that I’ve raved about
something. It’s been even longer that I’ve truly written. Writing continue to
evade me but the urges, the twinges, the inspirations are getting stronger and
coming more often. I was all set up and kind of eager to get started on the
front porch when I was interrupted for an hour or so chat with a neighbor. All
the more reason to get deeper into the wilderness.
All in all, today was a scrumptious day.
Two weeks ago, Mello dog jumped and landed the wrong way,
breaking a tiny bone in his leg. He was sedated and put in a splint. Last week,
he was sedated again and the splint changed because he chewed the bottom. Last
night, he removed the splint completely. Vet said he’s healing well and didn’t
need to be re-splinted and off we went. Both happy as larks.
Spring garden fever has sprung. I’ve controlled myself and
not put anything in the ground, but I couldn’t resist filling my pots. A cheery
Bleeding Heart in one pot, and two Peonies, one red, one white, both with buds
ready to burst. The ants are ravenous around both Peony pots. The daffodils
continue to spread warmth and brightness every day, while the gladioli bloomed
and died.
I’m still however, waiting on the Dogwood. Once those white
and pink buds pop though, my yard will be bursting with color, above and below. Who could not be inspired with that? We’ll see.
