After my reminiscing with the spirea in the neighbour’s yard, I went home and tried to write.

Nothing.

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.

Here’s a great piece from Scientific American on  passive-brain creativity.

And, a bonus tour of the garden on my back porch: