Here’s the thing about blog writing. It gets under your skin a bit and seeps into the corners of your life. You may be living a perfectly normal day: refilling another cup of coffee, responding to an email, taking a walk to the mailbox, choosing the right pair of shoes for the busy day ahead…and then THE question weasels its way in-between the daily tasks, “Should I write about this?”
Hi folks, Sara here. Survivor of 36 summers, including (but not limited to) Tennessee’s Allergy Basin, New Orleans’ Hazy Streets, Southwest China’s rural steam-heat, Thailand’s sizzling streets, and Arizona’s blast-of-oven “dry heat.”
As I was leaving the house this morning I caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of my eye. My rose bush had bloomed! Four new roses waved in the breeze with their delicate pale pink petals splayed out toward the sunshine. The field across the street from our house is dotted with a palette of white, marigold, lavender, and bright green. Every now and then you’ll catch the sight of a regal iris, in all of her violet and gold finery, standing tall along the side of the road. Not sure about your part of the world, but here in Tennessee, spring is in full swing.