Rain, Rain…

This is the time of year when everything begins to wake up…leaves come out, migrating birds return, pollen erupts, taxes are due, and, of course, spring showers bring May flowers. The soil where I live is not the same kind of dirt I grew up with in South Dakota and have experienced in most other places I’ve lived. No, the soil here is red clay which does not absorb the rain very well. When the rain comes, the water runs off. Or. Sits. And sits. And sits. Our “lawn” is muck. For Sunny’s exercise we walk which is good for us as well as Sunny since we can’t play with her in the yard. The color green is still mostly hiding and I admit missing the green.

My creative energy is at a low…which happens quite often so I’m not alarmed. However, at my age the time horizon is a bit different and I’ve grown to resent non-creative hours. I know this is a self created problem. I think I’m reluctant to go out because I don’t know the area well and some of the places I want to go are potentially not appropriate for someone my age with a big camera. Perhaps I should get a smaller camera. Another self inflicted problem. Today, I’m heading for Appomattox on a search for my creativity!