Move me, Tuesday - Hope
So yesterday, I suggested writing on the topic of spring, and this time I took my own advice and pondered the season by making a list of topics and then coming back to it later to write a sentence or a paragraph on each topic. And while most of what I scrawled is crap, I did find a tiny bit of inspiration among all the scribbles and misspelled words: the crocus.
The first flower of spring on the prairie is the crocus. I know this because when I was a little girl (back in the Paleozoic era) my mother would take me into the hills in what was once the “edge of town” (now a fully developed ‘neighborhood’) and we’d follow a half-frozen stream looking for the fragile purple petals of the first harbinger of spring.
For me, crocus flowers always represented hope. They poked through the crusted layers of snow, braving the still winter-cold air – before the robins would land on the windowsill, even before the Canadian geese would honk overhead – straining frosted leaves for pale sunlight, pushing the seasons into each other.
And just like that, I have another piece of the puzzle I need to put together the novel-ish story I have been drafting since October. Even among the scribbles, the misspellings, the snow banks, I can find something to move me to write anyway. I hope you can, too.
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