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a new season

25 Sep

The world around me is springing to life.  The streets are lined with blossoms and new green leaves.  Everywhere I see the possibilities of a new season.

And here I am renewed.  No longer beaten down, freed from those people who would suck the energy and light out of my life.  Now I have surrounded myself with people who lift my spirits.  People I can trust and enjoy, so that even the most difficult day is satisfying.

My winter is over and spring has begun.  I stand here ready for this new season and all its possibilities.  And with that in mind, it is time to pick up the pen.

autumn descends

26 Mar

The days pass by, and summer descends into autumn.  The ivy on the barracks turns from green to flaming red.  The sun rises later each morning, slow to melt through the chill fog.  And you wonder where the time slipped away to.

Now is the time to reap the last of the harvest, and to clear away the fading summertime abundance from the garden.  Feed and nourish the earth.  Time to plant the winter’s crops while there is still some memory of warmth left in the ground.

Change is in the crisp wind.  Whispering for you to prepare, to nourish your soul and stockpile your nuts and knowledge.  Be grateful for the days in the sun and feather your nest for the months ahead.  Reflect on where you are and where you want to go, for soon there will be much shorter blooms of light to illuminate your days.

I am watching hot air balloons drift across the grey-blue sky of morning.  Bright sparks of colour floating in a monochrome vista, like lazy errant thoughts.

And the seasons follow each other as they always have, yet there is something new to discover in each of them.  The relentless changing faces of life.  New growth, old growth and the constant rhythm slow persistent evolution.

  

NaNo wind down

24 Nov

The first of the plums are starting to blush with ripeness, and summer is just days around the corner.

This change of seasons is also the closing of NaNoWriMo.  These last few days of spring will be full of furious typing by tens of thousands of writers around the globe.  And if all goes well, sometime in the next year or so, there will be some new novels born from this month of literary abandonment that we all can enjoy.

I am one of those typing manically to try and achieve my goal (50,000 words by the 30th of November).  And in between I’m looking at my garden growing wild with my neglect, and wondering if I’ve done enough to prepare it for the sun-filled months ahead.  Only six more days and I can play in the dirt again!

While life beckons me to come back and enjoy it’s richness, I am happy to have had NaNo to push me to write every day (almost) and to find my way past any plot walls.  Without it, when you get to that point where you don’t know what comes next, it’s so easy to put it aside for another time.  NaNoWriMo gives you the urgency to think it through, to try other avenues you may not have envisioned at first.  It has been a wonderful experience, and I will try it again.

I still have thousands of words, and many chapters to go and less than a week to get there.  So it is back into the wilds of my imagination for me!  And I wonder what I can make with the plums this year…

                        

summertime

7 Nov

Summertime is spreading her wings.  Rehearsing for the change of seasons which is almost upon us, and giving us a teasing taste of days to come.

The air is heady with the living green scent of the world.  It is thick to breathe in, and full of heat and steamy summer smells.

The days are longer, and the mornings are brighter, and somehow you have more hours in every single day.

Everywhere the atmosphere is changing, preparing, livening.  People on the streets wear flip-flops and singlets and they bare their legs.  The smell of cooking barbeques wafts in the evening air.  And the slightest breeze is a sighing relief.

Aaah, summer!  Time to watch the world ripen, and to covet the luxury of cool fresh water and to squeeze every extra minute out of every extra day.

digging for spring

27 Aug

There is something so satisfying about getting your hands dirty.  Digging into the earth and planting life to grow.

Spring is on our doorstep and it is time to start new growth and plan for future harvests.  All around us new fresh life is starting to burst out, pale green and perfectly formed.  Flowers are starting their show and the air feels like it is getting ready..

Today has been about the spring cleaning.  Clearing away the winter weeds and preparing the ground for a fresh season.  Tonight is about the ideas, planning the next crop and the next blooms, so many things we could grow.  And then tomorrow…  Tomorrow is the first round of planting.  Such wonderful anticipation..

You spend the day out in the world, the sun (not too hot yet) overlooking your efforts and the breeze cooling you down.  You dig your hands into the earth, like a child shaping their landscape.  The smell is green and alive and intoxicating.

Whatever you plant, seed or seedling, will be growing and changing in front of your eyes for weeks and months ahead.  You are a part of life.  No matter the other mundanities that tug at you day to day, you are life and growth and change.

I’m looking forward to tomorrow.  And I am so pleased that spring is here and the cycle begins again.  I cannot wait for the next harvest and the beautiful feasts from my own grown crops.

      

whisper of spring

2 Aug

  

The first signs of spring are here.  There is still a chill in the air but the sun is shining on the garden.  The first plum blossoms have unfurled and down the street a cloud of yellow wattle changes the scenery.

This is the season of new growth and blooming possibilities.  Winter is getting ready to hibernate while spring stretches her arms across the landscape.

I am looking forward to days in the garden, and all the life that is about to wake up around us.  Spring is just a whisper on the wind right now, a hint of what is just around the corner.  That is enough to make me feel renewed and hopeful.  I am waiting for the rest of the flowers to bud and open.  Waiting for it all to begin again and bloom again and the new discoveries each day can bring.