The Fine Art of ...

Planting ... it is finally Spring this year. No more teasing, no more confusion. Cool nights, warm days, good basking weather. Good growing weather. Much as I envy my neighbors who rush around mulching and putting in annuals, I don't have a green thumb. I plant words instead and watch them grow into ideas and then into something more when I write. I plot, plant, rake the weeds, water and fertilize them with links to what others have written on similar topics. At the moment, on paper, I have a pretty good garden.