I think I have a little bit of performance anxiety. I read too many well-written words. Plus, my brain is jumbly with stuff to do and stuff to worry about lately. Not exactly compelling thinking, much less reading.
I’m trying to find time to take photos here and there, just to be doing something creative.
It’s getting springy around here. The sun hangs around longer in the late afternoon. My kids go out to play in just t-shirts, the windows can be open for most of the afternoon, the fruit trees are starting to bloom. There’s a lump in one of the daffodil plants out front that will open soon if the squirrels don’t eat it.