photo by Lynn H. Wyvill
While we still have weeks of summer left, the flowers and some of the herbs are fading. Exhausted by the heat, the plants aren’t blooming as much and what is there isn’t as bright as it once was. The flowers may look like they have nothing left, but the birds, bees and butterflies know better. They come every day, wings aquiver, to feast on the abundance of seeds that remain.
The flowers aren’t the only ones wilting. I am, too. My body is fine, although I’ve never been a fan of the heat and miserable humidity. It’s my brain that seems parched. I didn’t post on this blog, Facebook or Instagram last week. This is the point where every writer worries that the words won’t flow again.
But today, I watched as goldfinches settled on those tired flowers that looked like they were done and picked seeds, lots of them, off what is left of the flowers. And then the rains came to revitalize all of nature.
I’m in the middle of intense editing of my second book, a collection of prayers for people caring for elderly parents. The seeds of ideas are still there to be plucked and put on paper. And that is what I’m doing as rain gently falls.
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Lynn H. Wyvill grew up in Washington DC where her favorite activity was sitting under a Japanese red maple tree, watching clouds create pictures in the sky. As a writer, she finds peace and inspiration when hiking in the woods, strolling on sandy beaches, and observing nature’s show in her backyard. Those experiences are captured in her first book, Nature’s Quiet Wisdom. Before writing books, Lynn worked as a radio/TV reporter and writer for the US Department of Agriculture and owned a consulting business that trained professionals on the creation and delivery of effective presentations. She is a lifelong learner, avid reader, small town explorer, and dedicated theater attendee who lives in beautiful Virginia with her husband.