Sorry that posting has been so sparse around here. The laptop is still at Apple and by the time I get home at night, The Youngest is using the other laptop for homework. And just to spite me, my digital camera isn't working, so the latest photos are locked up in there. I am recycling some photos and artwork that are on this older laptop, but I don't think I ever displayed this one which is a photos of a shelf at the top of the stairs where I display a rotating selection of artwork. The artwork above is an artist book of nature imagery that was published quite a few years ago in Somerset Studio when they used to feature a page for writing with artwork in the beginning of the magazine. It was a story about a pond with turtles and the long, arduous path the turtles take each summer to lay their eggs in a nest far from the water's edge.

Seems like the path to laying creative eggs becomes arduous at times. And by eggs, I don't mean bombs, but the seeds of new ideas and the time to nurture them. But with the new slant of light across the living floor at 5:30, I feel the renewal of spring bubble up like sap in my stiff, winter-weary limbs. An email from The Beachcomber in Cape Cod  reminds me that spring is only 20 days away!  And how lucky are we that in the Northeast, the howling blizzard bombing the midwest will only bring flooding rain.

One of the eggs that have been incubating all winter in my little nest, is the desire to put up a website that features my artwork and is linked to this blog. I've been wanting to do this for some time now, and only time has stopped me. Well, that's not entirely true, I need someone to do it for me, because my real hope is to offer prints of my artwork for sale , so I need to have a proper site with paypal and all that stuff that everyone is so adept with but me.

If any of my readers has experience in this area and would like to take on the construction of a website, please let me know.  I guess I could take the route of an Etsy shop or Ebay, but I would really like my own domain that I control.

And someone tell me, is it too early to force some lilac branches or forsythia? I have to remember to walk by the garbage cans and see if the pussy willow of my neighbor is in bloom. He won't mind if I cut a few branches, but after years of neglect, the only branches that bloom are almost two stories up the bush.

The moral for this is not to let your creativity fall into neglect. You don't want to have a climb a tree to get to your nest. You want it at arm's length.

Okay, I'm really reaching with this metaphor (no pun intended...reaching...).

; > )