I'm kidding really, I LOVE being nagged about writing. I wish I had someone that called me each morning and said, hey! Write 5 pages in that novel you started. Or write a poem, or write in your journal. It all works.
What to talk about? My weekend? Hmm, let's see. I care about that, and the people who I spent it with do, but what interest to anyone else? Jeez, do I sound depressed, or something!
I planted the BEGINNINGS of my herb garden. Yes, I love to cook, and I love to grow things, and I love to cook with the things I grow, and I am still heterosexual! Even somewhat masculine! In any case, I planted 17 or 18 different herbs in a 3 foot by 14 foot area. As time goes on I may plant a few more, but I want to see how these fill the space. Might put some annual flowers around them too--to brighten it up. And a brick border I think. I planted 2 types of Oregano, 3 of Basil, Thyme, Margoran, Tarragon, Lemon Verbena, Italian Parsley, Sage, Catnip, and more that I can't quite remember at the moment. It should look interesting, smell even better, and the food is going to be great through the summer. Going to have to look into hosting a dinner party or 5, considering all the fresh herbs, and the love I have for creating big meals.
The other thing I wanted to put in today's journal is a little poem that I came up with while driving in the rain. I don't know if I can remember it exactly, but it won't matter--I can just make up a new one. A different one. Someone will still like it, right?
Deja Vu
The rain comes down in sheets of wet
Flames that douse the ground below
Driving into us with the sounds of it
Reminding us of long ago
Everything seems the same
Another storm, another drive
Memories of times before,
Circles turning, unbroken once more
Rain it washes the pain away
Makes the world clean again
Hope springs from the earth like the spring blooms
And a rainbow glows in the distance . . .
C
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