March offers promises and surprises.

Last fall I planted hundreds of bulbs and they are beginning to bloom. Yes, I made a detailed sketch to keep track of their placement so not to disturb them later in the season and lost the sketch . . . grrrrr.

The result is I walk around the garden feeling like a visitor, surprised and delighted when I spy clusters of crocuses, tulips, and wide swaths of daffodils. The sweet, clean scent of Hyacinths perfume the air and remind me, no fancy bottle of expensive perfume can compete with nature. All the fruit trees have been pruned and sprayed with a dormant spray and are waiting their turn to bloom.

Eagles, Robins, geese, and Mocking birds are returning. In between the water plants the goldfish in the fountain are coming out of hibernation and slowly investigating their liquid world. This reminds me, I will have to clean out the pump as soon as it warms up a little.

From the hard cold of winter March offers the promise of a new writing project. When I’m outdoors I’m surrounded by nature and indoors I’m collecting, not so neat, stacks of research books from the library.

I am always excited when challenged with a new subject to write about. Yes, I have planted the seed of an idea for a plot in my mind. Researching, along with my intuition, helps form and nourish the emergence of characters and story line.

This new project is like March in my garden – filled with promise, and sure to surprise.