When is there time to write?
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!
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!
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