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  ARE YOU DRAWING A BLANK?       by Mildred Williams. I found this delightful article to share with writers who are presently experiencing "writers block."   It's a good read, with lots of awesome tips worth trying.    I welcome anyone's feedback after reading this article:  30 Creative Fiction Writing Prompts to Inspire Your Next Novel April 15, 2020   by  CG Drews https://www.hookedtobooks.com/creative-fiction-writing-prompts-inspire-your-next-novel/

Garden Of Peace. Thank you God, for blessings you have bestowed  upon the garden.  you orchestrated details  of perfection.  Your canopy of LOVE brought forth bountiful abundance.     My Beloved Garden The beautiful smells and fragrances permeates everywhere  that supersedes all  my imagination. Roses, Spearmint,  Pineapple mint,  and Chocolate mint sharing their heavenly fragrances,  what a precious gift.  The song birds visiting and sharing their voices  of praise. A gray and white woodpecker joins in tapping  to the beat  of their song.  Wow!!! Herbs in another part of the garden sending their own unique smells,  bringing in the birth of fall. Is there anything greater than this !!!     My Beloved Garden Such perfection and personality supersedes all of my dreams.  New changes I find each and every day, Yes!! I truly can say  this is a garden filled with LOVE; a place that I call ...

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  THE CYCLE by Mildred Simmons Winter reminds me of snow. Snow reminds me of Christmas. Christmas reminds me of gifts. Gifts reminds me of happy surprises. Happy surprises reminds me of Something you deserve. Something you deserve Reminds me of hard work. Hard work reminds me of the first Fallen snowflake. The first fallen snowflake Reminds me of winter, Which reminds me I don't like the cold very much. I wish Christmas would surprise me, And arrive as a gift in summer.

  Ah, Spring Remember when Spring was  “normal” (if it ever was)  Before global Climate Change  Spring used to  be more predictable  (or was it)  Now, Spring is colder than “normal” or  warmer than “normal”  or  dryer than “normal”  or wetter than “normal”  or all of the above in a single week yet, the sun still sets later  the air is mostly clearer mornings can  be sweeter  am I fooling myself in saying all this  to me  it seem Spring lacks a reality  I have come to expect  But birds still sing  their amazing tunes  robins still  hunt for worms in  the well tilled garden  rabbits still find a  home in the pile of  woodchips, set aside  for garden mulch  so, maybe it is spring, and  if not “normal”  at least close  Willowbei Eversole