According to my calculations it is 48 days until spring. The jonquils in my front flower bed are up about two inches. We have cold weather in the forecast for next weekend but a fairly warm week prior to the onslaught. It is the time of year I hunker down and wait it out.
I’m a gardener. I love to watch plants rising from the soil for renewed life. Every year plant life comes back and with it comes my love of nature. Spring is a magical time of year.
However, spring in Oklahoma can be dicey. But still, I look forward to it. We had two small tornadoes in the northeast corner of the state yesterday – in January – hummmm. Well, bring it on. I’ve learned how to deal with them having lived here most of my life. Be prepared and stay calm. Try not to end up like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz. But she did have a magical experience.
I’ve been flipping back and forth with the start of two new novels – one is another Sandhill Island story and the second one is set on a Greek Island involving a modern-day Cupid story. I can’t decide which one to work on. What do you think? Sandhill Island or Greek island.
I’m also working with my cousins on a family memoir/recipe book for us. It has involved trips down memory lane, and it is strange to see how others viewed the same experience. I’ve loved working on this.
I got out and walked the dog in the Oklahoma wind yesterday and loved it even though it almost blew me back home. I think I’ll do that again today. Short walks are good for us this time of year getting us ready for the longer ones when it warms up. The dog’s arthritis is kicking up in the cold weather and moving those joints is good for her as well as me.
So, 48 more days until warmer weather. Plenty of time to decide which novel is next and finish up the recipe book. And then there will be gardening and walks. Life goes on. Life is good.
What are you reading this week?
This year’s theme is Expect the Unexpected – a tag line for my writing since I write more than one genre. But it also describes the year we’ve had as a planet. You all know I’m talking about the pandemic. I’m tired of being home, and tired of the news, but at least I’m not on the front lines taking care of patients or being one of them. I’m bored, not sick – thankfully. So, I write.
It’s a cold January day here in the Midwest. No snow, but the wind comes sweeping down the plains. I need some warmth and to hear the sound of the surf in the distance. And what better place to experience that than Sandhill Island? Here’s a new novella about the characters who inhabit the tiny island off the coast of Corpus Christi.
Each year I decide on a topic for the blogs I write. Sometimes I get off the beaten track, but this year the pathway is clear. “Expect the Unexpected” is what I’ve chosen. For some time, I’ve wanted a tag line for my writing and since I write more than one genre, this seemed like a good tag line and topic for this year’s blogs.
I walked in the door at Lowes near the garden area and it caught me by surprise – cinnamon. Not the common fertilizer and weed killer smells. It smelled like Christmas. It took a while to find where they hid it. The scent was somewhere in the store. And I followed my nose. Up high above my head, I found them. Cinnamon pinecones. The scent of Christmas. I had to have those – later – closer to Christmas. If they were still there. I love the scent of cinnamon no matter the time of year, probably because it reminds me of my mother’s snickerdoodle cookies and Christmas as a child.
It’s 12 days until Christmas (I think there’s a song about that) and we have snow here on the Great Plains! If you’re from up north, you would laugh at our little snow, but it can shut us down. At least me. 
Perseverance is a word that best describes the petunias that came up in my garden this year. Several appeared voluntarily from the ones I planted last year. Seeds I didn’t’ realize were in the soil. I never went to the greenhouse. I was surprised to see them and decided to transplant them into pots that were strewn around the garden to protect them – then more appeared.














