writing cottage

Garden Awakening and Hope Dances

Garden Awakening and Hope Dances

As I sit at my desk in my writing cottage the soft blue sky has just a few wispy clouds that slowly float on by. It’s a brisk one out there this morning in the lower 30s.  But there is a flurry of activity with clear indications that spring is truly on the way.

Little yellow finch seems to have found a small patch of open water in the frozen make shift bird bath. While Ms. Sparrow is more than likely keeping a close guard over new eggs laid, while at the same time curious about all the buzz outside.

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Next door, a landscape crew, decked out in winter headbands, gloves, and heavy jackets puts down fresh topsoil on the neighbors garden.

I’m dreaming of our own new landscaping that hopefully will begin too in the upcoming weeks. After living here for over 25 years and not care taking the gardens all that well, it’s time for a fresh start.

This time I’m hoping the garden bug will bite me a little harder and I’ll be better at the up keeping. Though as we planned our landscaping with the landscaper company in the bitter cold of winter, I did ask for it to be as maintenance free as a garden can be.

And so that is the view out my writing cottage this morning — a fresh start for all creatures, great and small. Hope dances outside my windows.

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Following an Impulse Can Be Messy

Following an Impulse Can Be Messy
My writing cottage in transition

Two or three times I year I get an impulse that I just have to change my writing cottage around.

With six windows in a 10 x 12 room it can be a bit challenging – and it can only be arranged in so many different ways.

But when the impulse hits, I try to honor it. Like it did this morning as I ate my breakfast.

I had something else totally planned for the day. But knew I best honor this feeling that I needed to freshen up my creative space…or it would continue to hang around in my mind until I did. Now that can get messy! Ha!

It’s a whirlwind trying to move around all the furniture I have in such a compact space, but I love how the new energy feels once I’m done.

Now I sit here relishing in the new flow and have no doubt new creativity will follow soon, too.

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Winter Finally Arrives at My “She Shed.”

Winter Has Finally Arrived at My "She Shed."

I meant to share this photo of my writing cottage earlier in the week, but the week has sort of gotten away from me. It’s been a half work, have play week — and when I’ve been working, I’ve really been hunkering down trying to tie up loose ends.

We got about 11 inches of snow Monday afternoon into Tuesday morning– our official first big snowstorm of the season and we really had no snow before this, which was so unusual for us.

So though we didn’t have a white Christmas, we are having a white New Year’s Eve with temps dipping into the teens tonight.

My writing cottage, “she shed,” is snug as a bug with a petite gas stove that keeps me and little Gidget warm while I write and work on putting touches on two workshops I’ll be offering early in 2016. Gidget meanwhile is snoring up a storm again.

But soon I shall head back inside to my house, put my dachshund jammies on, pop a bottle of champagne, play a couple rounds of Yahtzee with John, snuggle with the dogs, and boil some crab legs for dinner.

And yup, will be in bed way before midnight rolls around.

Looking so forward to the New Year and continuing my writing in my sweet little cottage and working on new projects.

Happy New Year!

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