The foot dragging of spring's full flush has allowed hearts and steps to wane. No robust vigorous energy outflow into the dreamt projects of yard and home enhance. Nope not this year. The swirl of snow and blast of inclement winds have brought the beauty of winter to the edge of May nearly.
The extension of cool just allow the inner workings to rotate one's plottings through another cycle of planning. It is best to turn shivering into simmering and make hay when we can-say in August.
Bubbling pots of ideas, for me, brew best while the hour's hands ascend. It is the chi of me that I have identified to be loose and limber in the a.m. minutes. So my creative flows, if given open spicket, rage and rear their unbridled heads as the sun ascends. Notes to myself: be advised to seize and arrange as many mornings as you can to pour self to page, compose and conceive in every directions and simutaneously, making the p.m. hours ones to edit and refine the earlier moments' fertile acts.