Writing on the Deck

I’m sitting on the back deck writing this blog post. How sweet is that?! It’s the first time this year I’ve been able to do so and—fingers crossed—there will be more opportunity to do the same next week. There is a herd of empty pots here with me, and my little pup, Murphy. Lettuce and sweet peas are yet to make an appearance but with warmer weather forecasted for next week, it’s only a matter of time. Soon, I’ll pay a visit to the nursery and fill the rest of the pots with pretty flowers. I believe spring has finally sprung.

I’ve just come from watering the newly seeded lawn in our backyard next to the area where Gerry created my new garden. It was a joy to stand out there, barefoot, with a mug of tea in one hand and the spray nozzle in the other, dreaming and planning about what to plant where in the new space. This is the stuff that spring is made of.

I spent the morning dabbling with new paint techniques and I’m hopeful there, too, that with loads more practice, I’ll be able to turn out a painting that’s worthy to hang on our bedroom wall. That’s the goal, anyway.

So, I’ve just popped in to say “hello” after a busy, mostly solitary, day. Soon some of the troops will be coming home and I’ll have to start thinking about dinner. One family member is lobbying for pizza. I’m leaning toward leftovers. The final decision is still pending.

Hope you’re enjoying your Saturday as much as I am mine.

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I’m a writer, reader, photographer, and gardener. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things.

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