Perhaps it is because I am a writer, gardener and a service professional that I am driven to action by deadlines. Perhaps it is because I respond to deadlines that I am a writer, gardener and framer. Today, they all come crashing together to strike me at the exact same moment and the forecast of snow moves me to bring in the last of the flowerpots, fill the birdfeeders, cover the barn windows (it’s effin freezing in here!) snip tops off bushes as I go blazing by, and snuggle down inside to write and frame into the late night hours, I am sure.
But deadlines come, are met, and work is completed. I’m done outdoors, and in a couple weeks, with school, and framing for Christmas. That leaves writing, and the long elusive time.
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