I woke up feeling chatty today, which is not a bad thing because I've been holed up a while writing, wishing it would stop snowing and start warming up, and really hungry to see a little of that hazy spring green shimmering across the land.

Come on, spring. Anticipation is killing me.





I also made the mistake of paging through one of my ancient roses catalogs, swooning at the sight of the mad gallicas, the rich, fragrant moss roses, the big, velvety cabbage roses...argh. I'm helpless against them. Happily, I feel another order coming on.

And then there's the rose color interpretation  which is always fun, especially on Valentine's Day. (We'll see what the day brings, hmm?**)

So, besides working and dreaming up all kinds of adventuring plans for the nice weather, I've been watching the Olympics and thinking about taking risks for what you love doing, how extreme the winter athletes get, and how I won't even walk across my own frozen pond because it's icy and I'm not a fan of falling down.

Well, physically. Writing-wise, it's pretty much nothing but risk. Fall down, get up and try again, over and over until what you have created is the best it can be. I am a fan of this kind of risk, the emotional, the push-the-limit and never give up determination that comes with doing what you love. So I guess we all have some degree of whatever-it-takes inside of us, which I think is pretty damn cool.

Happy Valentine's Day. 

**2/15 -- The holiday brought much love and happiness, laughter, great moods, The Temptations' My Girl, roses (lavender and white, enchanting), and shimmering black and white diamonds. I felt like spring.