Writing is like being able to put life into a snow globe. It takes the things that are too big and scary and reduces them into a form that I can put away when I want and look at from a distance. It also takes all that’s good in life and captures it into something I can take out when I want and look at close up and keep forever. It makes the bad things into something I can hold…and the good things into something I can hold onto. Both help so much that I need that little souvenir of life.

Saturday, March 6, 2010

Out of the Bleakness

Usually one of my other favorite things in life is throwing open the curtains and blinds on a Saturday morning, especially when it’s sunny out. Not so today. Today I have the cold that’s been making its rounds, and it feels like my head’s been blown full of fiberglass insulation…with a few glass shards thrown in just for fun. My face itches and my eyeballs feel hot and bald. Thank heavens it’s a weekend and I can just lie around.

But when I managed to crawl from my lair of sickness long enough to let the dog out this morning, this is what greeted me. It’s Iris reticulata, always the first flower of the year in my yard.

Ah, hope.

If winter comes, can spring be far behind? ~Percy Bysshe Shelley


  1. May you feel better soon. Eat yourself silly. Those flowers are a sign of hope for me! Linda

  2. Oh, Tammy! I'm so sorry you, too, are now sick! I think Linda O. started passing it around through cyberspace!! Just kidding, Linda! I'm feeling slightly better. Got some meds yesterday afternoon that my doctor phoned in for me. And yes, I'm still eating myself silly, too! :)

  3. Thanks, Linda! Glad the flowers help. In reality they are tiny things, but even the little stuff helps. And no worries about that "feed a cold" adage....Got that one plenty covered! :-o

  4. Thanks, Becky! Glad you're feeling better!

  5. What a beautiful splash of color. If it doesn't make you feel better, at least it's a lovely distraction.


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