
I'm slicing with the Two Writing Teachers community. It's always a pleasure to read what everyone writes about their lives.
Many of us are heading for the March slice of life challenge, and it is really something special to write and post every day. I found a quote that feels good for us when we imagine what that writing will be all the days of March:
"There is no such thing in anyone's life as an unimportant day."
Alexander Woollcott, from Long, Long Ago
I am grateful often for the nurture of nature, how much I love, even in the colorlessness of winter, noticing the beauty, and how good it makes me feel. In these contentious times, I need the respite of walking out. This morning I caught a nice picture of a rabbit. And some of you know that I have had a love/hate relationship with rabbits. I first moved into my home four years ago and love it still, but I have only designated parking spaces, no garage. The gang of rabbits made several meals of the wires in my car which cost me quite a bit of money.
I solved that problem, and now love watching these little animals, remembering the adventures of Peter Rabbit. I wonder what Beatrix Potter would think of these creatures that keep safe and warm in their burrows under neighborhood hedges, crossing streets and dodging cars without mishap, making do with the dry pickings of the plants of winter? Her small creatures lived in a broad woods with different dangers. And my creatures can also entertain if I notice. I see them leap and play in the open spaces, and it is good.
"There is no such thing in anyone's life as an unimportant day."
Alexander Woollcott, from Long, Long Ago
I am grateful often for the nurture of nature, how much I love, even in the colorlessness of winter, noticing the beauty, and how good it makes me feel. In these contentious times, I need the respite of walking out. This morning I caught a nice picture of a rabbit. And some of you know that I have had a love/hate relationship with rabbits. I first moved into my home four years ago and love it still, but I have only designated parking spaces, no garage. The gang of rabbits made several meals of the wires in my car which cost me quite a bit of money.
I solved that problem, and now love watching these little animals, remembering the adventures of Peter Rabbit. I wonder what Beatrix Potter would think of these creatures that keep safe and warm in their burrows under neighborhood hedges, crossing streets and dodging cars without mishap, making do with the dry pickings of the plants of winter? Her small creatures lived in a broad woods with different dangers. And my creatures can also entertain if I notice. I see them leap and play in the open spaces, and it is good.
Happy Writing!