The spring rain has made it's arrival. Sprinkling throughout the day, then full on hazy hot humid sun. This is the kind of weather that makes me forgetful, so much so that it just took me a full minute to think of the word. House plants have been neglected of water and even had to regretfully be thrown out. Paleo eating has been put on the back burner for awhile, and then picked up again. Books have been left half read, a quilt has been started with no pictures, a photography course is half over and not written about. This space has been hit the hardest, along with time for myself.
I wake up with the thoughts of capturing a minute here and there for sewing or drawing. When I get home at night and the magical golden hour of sun is hitting I try to grab my camera. But it's hard to remember. It starts off slowly, the "I will do it later" or the "I'm not in the mood". Then you find you haven't done anything creative - no finished work to show, only the lists of what you wanted to do. While the inspiration and the thoughts are there, they seem to always be left for the next day.
Every year there seems to be a month or two like this for me. My list making months.