The Writer’s Garden

When a writer misses her garden

though her mind’s now supple and strong

and she can type a zillion words in her sleep

she still fears something’s dreadfully wrong

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When a writer enters her garden

and finds dandelions and thistles galore

though her manuscript’s now tightly edited

her garden’s much worse than before

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When a writer spends time in her garden

and finally whips it back into shape

though she’s been busily restoring order

her muse has plotted the next escapade.

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 Wendy / 2015

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I’m hopelessly hooked on wordsmithing.

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This summer my dear garden suffered a drought and my desertion.

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Only the Hydrangea and a couple of potted plants managed to garner my consistent attention.

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No one can do everything well. And if she can, I doubt either of us wants to hang out with her for very long.

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There’s a time to weed and a time to write. I chose the latter.

There is a time for everything,

and a season for every activity under the heavens:

Ecclesiastes 3:1

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I’m happy to report most of my garden survived without me.

Have you recently started or completed a project you’re excited about? Do you have any time management tips?

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 Wordsmith Blessings ~ Wendy

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