Tuesday, March 19, 2013
A Dearth of Words
It could be spring fever. The blue bonnets, bless their sweet little hearts, are decorating the roadsides despite the lack of nourishing rain. The birds sound like a veritable choir - each one singing his or her own little part blending with each other to create a beautiful chorus. The sun lingers, edging its way into evening and calling us outdoors. The trees are wearing their new spring outfits in that particular shade of green that will only last a few short weeks. It could be all that.
Or it could be that our days have been so filled to the brim, when evening comes the little couch, the knitting, and Mr. Dickens have much more allure than the keyboard. Besides, there is this dearth of words problem.
It isn't for lack of words going in. It is simply a matter of waiting for them to take form.
In the meantime, I am enjoying your words....and spring.....and knitting.....and Mr. Dickens' Esther and all the other wonderful characters in "Bleak House".... and reading through the New Testament.
Blessings to you dear friends,