The snow left on the ground is just patches of white now. There are big blankets of it laid among dead grass. It is all sort of forlorn looking.
Certainly the best time to view snow is when it is freshly fallen and pristine. Not when it’s been around long enough to look dirty and sad.
I just got off the phone with the woman hired to interview me for Country Sampler. She had questions about the house, my decorating style.
Do I even have a decorating style? I told her my style is to shop the house before I go out and spend money.
I don’t have conceived patterns in my decorating style. I just get the glimmer of an idea and go with it and see what happens. I don’t know when I begin how things will turn out. I think many of us are that way.
I really had no idea when I sat on my little garden scooter with a box full of vintage images and printed poems, that it would end up being what it became.
I didn’t have a plan. I just started gluing.
I think that’s why it is important to follow your own private muse. Don’t try to be like anyone else. Just do your thing.
Have I said I’m sick of winter? Of not being able to go outside to take photos of birds. Of not seeing blooms out in the garden. Well, I’ll say it again: I’m sick of winter.
I’m not accustomed to this much cold weather. And I know to some in far northern regions, this is nothing.
The pupsters don’t like getting their feet wet either. We’re all in agreement here.
Weekends for me are just as quiet as weekdays. I woke up this morning and tried to figure out if this was Friday or Saturday. There’s really not much change in my routine, so doesn’t actually matter.
Somehow I am not invigorated to create on gray gloomy days.
Every day I tell myself I’m going to change something about the living room I’ve gotten a bit tired of. But then I look up and it is 6 p.m. and it’s time to start the night’s routine.
I’m nothing if not a creature of habit. You could set your clock by my actions.
Well, let’s all wish for sunnier days, the gloom lifted, the warmth revitalizing what the winter has taken away.
And hope that our muse comes strolling back into our lives and turns the magic switch back on.