A freewrite written this afternoon from Holli's prompt from last week over at CoW. (The front door slams shut behind me and I'm...)
The front door slams shut behind me and I'm...
Out on out front porch. The air smells like fresh rain, sweet & humid. I put the laundry bag down and turn to look at the mess Mother Nature has revealed with the recent thaw, Old Man Winter's last snow melted into the dirt, and sigh. Twigs & branches in and around everything. Bits & pieces of garbage blown from the dumpsters and what "accidentally" falls out of the cars in the parking lot. More, lots more of the same in the back yard, though little garbage. Too much to ignore, though too wet & mushy to do anything about today.
My mind is itching to be in Spring mode. What needs to be cleaned up, thrown out? Which pots need their paint refreshed? (All of them this year!) What's going to go where? (Veggies out front, full sun - but what else? Shade flowers out back). Another sigh. I haven't looked through all of the seed catalogs yet.
So much to do.
For now, I pick up the laundry bag and head to the basement.
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This conveys the feeling Winter slowly turning into Spring so well, with the anticipation it brings. It definitely reminds me of Iowa this time of year.
Thanks Deb! I'm trying to write a little every day now to get back into the habbit.