Lions and lambs
In like a lion out like a lamb? In like a lamb out like chops? You put your lion in, you take your lion out, you put your lion in and you shake it all about…
March is toying with us. This rambling old house holds the cold so it could be 65 outside and my feet wouldn’t know it. But it’s not 65. That was yesterday. Today apparently isn’t going to get out of the 20s. That’s not healthy, I say. We’ve managed to get through most of the winter without serious illness but this is going to give me an attack of the vapours.
There comes a moment in the blood and in the brain when I am just done with winter. Everything about me is longing to, demanding to rise and awaken. It should make writing harder, that I feel this discontented and itching to leave the house. It actually makes it easier, like everything cold and dead and fallow is about to erupt into warmth and life. So all the seeds sown in the reading days of winter are stirring and putting forth their tiny tendrils of green, searching for a hold in the damp earth.
Time to let them grow.
I so know the feeling. Winter is growing more tedious by the minute. I want to see green outdoors again. All this snow is irritating. Maybe it’s menopause though.
Earlier in the week we had two (TWO!) days in the 70’s. It was bliss. Now it’s back down in the 40’s. I think the weather is just screwing with us as this point.
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just visiting old bloggie pals to say that my new novel, ‘busy woman seeks wife’ is out in the us about now. if you should see it, plz treat it kindly. thanks xx