I write near a creek.
Sometimes I write inside
the Sanity house, my home.
Or sometimes I write outside overlooking Roberson Creek.
Often I walk across the way, to write inside the farmer's authentic home.
Where I like to curl near his warm wood fire.
My niche by his grandfather clock.
His chicken bones on the kitchen wall amuse me.
Sometimes I write and eat his raspberries.
Or simply enjoy the view.
Which changes often, in season.
Scupper, 2011
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does your writing change with the seasons and the space?
you have the most gorgeous desk on earth
So are your words.
ps don't ever give out your address or you will have every struggling writer at your door...they have already been shooed away from Stephen King and Herman Melville's houses (some did not know that Melville was dead and could not sign their copies of Moby-Dick)
stop the advance of the 451s
stop
Difficult to resist reading, writing, and relaxing in such a place where beauty just grows up right out of the ground, all around. I miss seasons too, these are beautiful.
oh, and i may steal 'sanity' as the name for my space. brilliant.
Best Wishes,
Blittie
My favorite is "I write near a creek." funny.....
--dianaani, Yes, he'll dry/paint the gourds. Some he'll sell to local artists.
--Julie, The atmosphere influences my creativity.
--Scarlet, The red flowers are Crimson Clover.
Thank you again for visiting my writing space.
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you should celebrate the ones that led you to such a homestead.
from the land of suburban blight where my choices have led me it looks unreal, like more than paradise.
i'm glad you shared it though. preesh.
Lezlie
Such a lovely post, the photos are amazing.
rated with love
And those gourds ... they're alive!
I am fortunate/blessed to live here at this time in my life.