Summer Writing

There is something about summer that leaves me with little time to write. I don't know if it is the endless days and short nights. It could be all the work piled up in the garden, the flower beds, the garage. When the winter snow melts away to show what was left behind, it makes me realize how lazy I was last summer. This year will be better. I will carve out more time. Writing a paragraph a day. Pulling at least two rows of weeds a night.