I have been writing but mostly on my dry erase board at school and on social media as in Facebook and Twitter. After doing all of that reading, writing, and talking, I wonder, when is there time to write? Now that I think of it, perhaps if I turned off the TV? Today, turning off the TV was not an option, as I had to catch up on a newly elected Pope.
Pope Francis the first, for Saint Francis de Assisi. What a wonderful name! I went to Assisi when I went to Italy many years ago and something very tender happened to me when I went to the church there. I really think the place was surrounded by angels, but that story is for another day, I suppose. The point is, I could certainly find some time to write if I hadn't watched TV, but there are some days, we must watch. Today was one of them.
On the other hand, last night, I painted. If I had not painted, then maybe that might have given me an hour and a half to scribble something. So the answer, is yes, there is always some time to write, but I have chosen to do something else.
Tonight I chose to smell the roses, metaphorically. I went to Lowe's and breathed in some beautiful colors in flowers, that is. I also imagined a gorgeous manicured garden. Alright, that was a hyperbole because I would settle for something as tiny as a nook near my front door; so I splurged on some purple, yellow, and orange-pink lantana to line up the entry way. Mind you, I live in Florida where it is called the sunshine state and that is not a misnomer. The summers are harsh, going up in the 100 degrees. Choosing these lantanas was not a coincidence since I know they tolerate a full Florida sun and that will make a difference if these plants are to survive.
So tomorrow rain or shine, pen or no pen, I will find my trowel and paint. Dig I mean, but paint I will except that instead of watercolor on a textured 140 lb Arches paper, it will be in deep brown dirt getting under my nails as I cover each treasured plant securely and anchoring them in the fertile soil. Hoping that each one will grow hardy and yield a sight for sore eyes every time someone comes up my walkway.
I'll let you know how my garden grows. Happy planting to you, if you do!