While thinking I had writer's block, today I wrote and wrote and wrote--and I'm nearly a thousand words ahead of tomorrow's quota. I still don't know where the story is going from here. But maybe I don't need to know. When I start typing, the words just start coming.

What I need to do tomorrow is get out there and plant my hyacinth and snow drop bulbs. Hope tomorrow is pretty and a little bit warm.

The little cedar tree that I planted in the plastic urn is plumb beautiful. I think it has grown a few inches.