We are shaking our heads at the recent weather. After the crazy heat (25 degrees Celsius) the mercury has bounced around closer to the seasonal norm. The weather folk keep dropping the “snow” word and the more frightening “freezing rain” on one day or another in their 14-day forecast. So far when that day arrives we may glimpse a flake but have not needed to tie up our skates. There are buds out on lots of trees. They must be shivering on some nights (dropped all the way down to minus seven Celsius) in this our relatively dry, too dry Spring.
Around this time last year I ended up in hospital and I am hoping that does not happen this year. I don\t believe it was my sap running that caused the problem a year ago. Hard to forecast one’s health precisely when managing multiple issues.
Today Georgian Bay looks like a miniature North Atlantic, steel grey in flat light and a bit of light relief in a few whitecaps. The wind is howling at the sun porch windows trying to get in and chill me but I am offering up the coolness to the great god of clarity. May she keep my brain unmuddied and not too warm and fuzzy.
Forecasting my writing efforts for the rest of the year, hmmm. I have several projects in the works. This blog is central to that list. The one great principle of writing, apply ass to chair and start and stay until words have emerged on to the page. I will be doing that more this year.