The long dark days of winter have, I think, come to an end. Spring is busy trying to catch up before summer arrives. Sunshine illuminates beautifully – showing to the jaded eye the dust in the corners, the film across the glass. Paintwork needing some loving care.In the garden of,soon to be delights, piles of last years leaves huddle, neglected from a sudden downfall of snow. Boughs bending under their own weight needing a drastic pruning.Across the earth, leapfrogging in undisciplined noisy jostling chaos weeds careless of weather. Beautiful fresh air filled with fragrance steals across all.
Spring is traditionally the time of cleaning and tiding. A time when there are possibilities of a new fresh beginning.
Time to dust down the files, the ideas. Consider the words and put a shine on them. Time to rejuvenate the whole. Sweep up those titbit’s of ideas , stir them together create a rich compost of new thought. Be ruthless cut, cut, cut, the tales will grow back stronger, healthier. Organise the words, discipline them into coherent play, stop the leapfrogging wildness.
‘Tis time to shake of the stale air and spring clean our writing.