“North wind yanks her long skirt./A hand-knit scarf covers/her tulip-shaped face.” -Debbie Okun Hill*
Call it a brain freeze or an ice-cream headache: that sensation of eating or drinking an ice cold substance during a hot summer’s day! (Insert laughter here!) Last week, the temperatures soared above 30 degrees Celsius: much too hot for planting seeds!
This week, the wind off the lake numbs my fingers. Words pile up like snow, like unread books on a shelf, like autumn leaves clogging the eaves trough, like spring cleaning that never gets completed!
Quick, grab me a broom and a rake to smooth out this unruly tangle of rejection slips and word roots gnarled and snarled on my desk and in my yard.
I’m waiting for my garden-gloved fingers to unthaw.
In the meantime, browse through the good news gathered in my in-basket: