This week’s local paper had a piece from the editor talking about how they have been distracted when it comes to writing. It’s been the Spring weather, the need to get outside after months of being indoors and fully enjoy the fresh air and work that inevitably comes with having a yard. Distraction seems to be a common affliction in the Spring.
I’ve felt that way myself this week. My brain has been on high-speed between job searching, the arrival of our package of bees, and getting things in order for next week’s day-old chick delivery.
I feel distracted by the weather. That urgent feeling of getting seeds in the garden to sprout and grow tasty food. And, admittedly, I get distracted by social media – all of the information that is at my very fingertips leaves me buzzing! Honestly, I’ve had to cut myself off from Twitter and Facebook about 8 PM or otherwise my brain is just far too active to readily fall asleep.
So, like the local newspaper editor, I’m distracted. All the things that have my mind racing shove thoughts of writing, when they occur, out of the way. I choose to blame the insistence of Spring on getting outside to enjoy the sun, the breeze, and the warm temperatures rather than lack of discipline. The window to do things can be quite narrow and as the saying goes, one must, “make hay while the sun shines.”
In this case, one must get the garden planted, the first round of weeds pulled, the bees off to a good start, the creche for the baby chicks ready, and air out the house for a good, healthy Spring-cleaning. Distraction isn’t a bad thing if it’s due to getting things done.
Or, so I hope.
I keep thinking about cleaning flower beds but yesterday afternoon it snowed here so I can take a hint and find something more to do inside until Mother Nature resigns herself to one season only. Besides, I have to regularly check the porchlight to clean off the nesting materials that persistent robin keeps packing up there. I brushed and clipped the mini horses and that robin has about half a bushel of grey horse hair that she keeps packing up there and I keep knocking down. I can be just as stubborn as she is.