Sprouts grow

This morning, into my office I went

with a pot of tea, as is my bent.

O’r frozen sleet, and crispy snow.

With cold so deep

the floorboards creak

with my weight, as bitter winds blow.

But snow and sleet

their end will meet

and wren’s bold song will show.

When warmth and sun

no longer shun

and green sprouts at last will grow.

Needless to say, my live Easter grass baskets have sprouted. (see yesterday’s post) It makes the four inches of snow we got last night easier to take. I’m just glad we got rid of the twelve inches from last week, first. But it’s heartbreaking to have walked in my yard and seen the crocus up and know they are again, waiting.

If you want to sprout your own baskets, it’s not too late, but I’d suggest using vermiculite instead of dirt unless you have plans on using the dirt later. It’s cleaner is all.

But what has my mood bright, other than the sun streaming in, is that I just got the go-ahead from Nicola’s, my local store, to move forward on my latest “Don’t Fix Me” promotion to help promote both the mass market of THE DRAFTER, and the late November release of THE OPERATOR. ;-) I had to make sure they could get my backlist first, and they can.

I’m still working on the logistics, and I’ll have more tomorrow, but yes, there will be shirts, and hopefully freebies, and a rare chance to get the older titles personalized, but what I’m excited about is the opportunity for me to look back at my work and see the common threads running through it. I’ve got enough out there now to actually have a stylistic pattern, and it’s fun to take a step back and see what cloth you’ve been weaving for the last fifteen years.