Taking Alex’s advice, I am doing what I can do…
This is a picture of the creek I live by. The house is to the right.
The tomato and pepper plants are in the garden.
This is the interior of the portico with the wisteria growing up the side.
I saw these blooming outside the hallway window last night.
Due to the way the creek changed this year, we have a swimming hole.
The peonies started to bloom this week.
Besides the political nonsense and the environmental destruction, I’ve had a lot of disappointment with my so called writing career recently. I knew there were going to be days (weeks) like this, but that doesn’t make them pass any faster or lessen the sadness, so I’m posting pictures of the things that I’m grateful for, besides my tremendous friends, family, Husband and colleagues. I truly am grateful. I’m just having a bad few weeks and I know, I need to get back to writing, submitting and repeating and I will. It’s just hard to find the desire right now.
I’m blaming the rain.
My dreams haven’t been helping with the sadness. “Dexter” was my boyfriend in one. I’d cheated on him and he wasn’t going to kill me, he was just going to torture me. I’ve never woken up more fearful, disturbed, and upset than after that dream.
I don’t know what to blame for that one.
(*These are just my Creekside Reflections. Your outlook on life may vary.)