It’s a tough time of year for me as a writer. Yes, I have spring writer’s fever and  I’m itching to explore new projects, and eager to finish revisions.  But I have one big problem. My brain needs sugar! Like the hummingbird  who flits from flower to flower to satiate his unending need for nectar–they consume half their body weight in sugar each day– I too need to feed the receptor in my brain that’s drawn to nature. Here are a few of the things that keep me from putting my butt in my seat on an hourly basis.

My garden is constantly beckoning through the window.

And then there’s the woodland and the hedgerows . . .

And the wildlife . . .

What’s a writer to do, except–

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today
Tomorrow will be dying.
–Robert Herrick (17th century)