Thinking isn't the same as doing

You know how sometimes you have days when you think about what you want to write but somehow you just don't get around to writing it? Well, I have been having that kind of week. And it finally registered with me that thinking about writing just isn't the same as actually doing it.

I think that having finished my photo project has left me a little bit at 6's and 7's in a way I wouldn't have expected. Taking that time every morning to *see* set a tone to my day that has been missing while I struggle to find what I want to take its place. But I started reminding myself that I don't have to have a project in order to take some time each morning and just look outside and see. 

We had some snow and sleet yesterday through the night into this morning. Not a lot, just enough to fill in the bare patches from our warm spell a week or so ago. So everything looks clean and white again today. Here's how it looks from y window right now --


There are loons and eider ducks down there on the water feeding today.

Inside, winter already moves toward spring. This lemon on my ponderosa lemon plant is the size of a small grapefruit and ready to pick --


And there is a ripe lime on my lime plant --


I lost a coupe of amaryllis this year -- the bulbs seems to have developed some kind of rot. And this one is slow, but look what is peeking up now -- a bulblet.


I have been playing with arranging and rearranging my Colourmart collection. Among the cones I have in colors I love are these -- colors I can't wear but which certainly brighten up the winter gloom. They are definitely destined to become things for other people, like my darling daughter who can wear them well.


Time now to do some work and then to knit. 

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