Here I am --writer's block already. Taking that first step to do what you say you will do is the hardest. I was born a procrastinator. Wonderful ideas that remain locked inside me. Well, this year will be different.
The last two mornings, when I should have been composing, I found myself totally fascinated with birds at my feeder. Look at them all twittering around and knocking each other off the feeder. Who is taking dominance. Look at them all sitting on the rail posts all puffed up, just waiting their turns. Which led me to go and buy a book yesterday titled Birds of New England. There are no nightingales in my snowy yard, but many Black-eyed juncos, Tufted titmouses (?titmice), Black-capped chicadees, Cardinals and lord of them all, the Bluejay. So my other passion for this new year is to learn all I can about the dwellers of my paradise.
I have been a nurse for 28 years--my God! Where did it all begin? Did Florence influence my decision?
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