It’s been a tough week…a friend landing in the hospital and other such things. And here it is Saturday and the most simple of tasks causes me renewal and joy. The sun is shining for the time being, the autumn air, crisp. I pull some carrots from my flower garden and feel so happy. I remember when Dad worked in the garden, how he’d pass me a fresh carrot to bite on or some snap peas or fresh green beans. This is the exact feeling I have right now. Memories of my father…and his gesture of wiping the soil off of a fresh carrot and passing it to me to eat, there in the garden, with him.
My ideas usually come not at my desk writing but in the midst of living. Anais Nin