December 2009

All Things Frozen

Somewhere in the bottom of the pond a dozen goldfish huddle close to the pump seeking warmth. Tiny hummingbirds perch on the sugar feeders sucking up liquid energy. The feeders have to be brought in at night to keep them from turning into solid ice! Suet is disappearing like snack food.

The Pugs (who are now a year old), are shocked to find their warm lush garden has turned into a frigid alien landscape of uncomfortable pain which is no fun to play in. They run outside wrapped in warm coats, take care of business and race back inside. Full of youthful energy they chase each other up and down the long hallways and the elderly Papillions’ stay out of the way.

The one element which isn’t frozen is my imagination and my writing. ‘Tis the season to let inspiration and “what if’s”, turn into heated sparks of plot, character, motivation, and getting it all down on cyber paper.

My wish is for the spirit of Peace to warm your heart and those around you.