After my reminiscing with the spirea in the neighbour’s yard, I went home and tried to write.
Some days, nothing comes out. That is generally a sign that I need to rest the active brain and let the passive brain take over.
My husband is a big fan of passive-brain creativity and, I have to admit, my biggest writing breakthroughs usually come when I have removed myself from the computer and stuck my hands in the dirt.
So, that’s what I did today.
An afternoon later, I popped back into the writer’s studio and made solid progress.
And, a bonus tour of the garden on my back porch:
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Day 24. Some days, writing just doesn’t happen. At least not in the way you planned. I spent the afternoon working in my garden, soaking up the sun. Gonna go blog about childhood gardens and flowers that provoke such visceral childhood reactions that I have to put a planned day on pause for no other reason than to admire the human experience and what draws us back through certain portals of joy. #garden #writersstudio #writerslife #writersofinstagram #memory #spring #flowers #porchgardens #memory