Like Creedence Clearwater Revival, I get my inspiration looking out my back door. There are no tambourines and elephants playing in the band but there are lizards, frogs, flowers, and fruits.
When I look out at the garden my husband and I built and planted together after Katrina, I am reminded that everything I’ve ever created started with a blank page. So I shouldn’t be intimidated by one. I should let the words flow without too much self-editing. I can weed out the superfluous words and phrases later – if I want too.
Doo, doo, doo . . . Looking out my back door.
What if CCR had weeded out the doos?
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What a beautiful post. Almost like a haiku in it’s simplicity, but you painted the picture so well. I almost wanted to cry and shout for joy at the same time. Thanks for sharing!
Thank you for the compliment. I have found over the years that when writing about Katrina less is more.