Last night the Women Who Write met at my house for a pot luck dinner~ 3W is my writing group and we try to meet monthly. Am I ever lucky to know these bright and creative women. I'm even luckier to have been invited to join them. The conversation was excellent and the writing assignment was really fun.
We all wrote at least one Six Word Memoir~That was the task; to write our memoir using only six words. Then we folded them up and passed them out, read them out loud and made guesses as to who wrote what!
Someone wrote this~
"I found myself in the garden." Can you guess who!
Everyone wanted to see the garden.
They toured the front garden
and the back garden~The Garden Of Benign Neglect was especially charming. It was dressed in rich purple, lilac and pink hues with yellow and red accessories. We stood on the lawnette and talked for the longest time. They wanted to know about each flower and the garden's history. I am happy to report that they loved PPPP as much as I do. I pointed out a few projects in the works, cleaning up the leaves, replanting where a shrub had died ~As I turned toward the picket fence and said, "I'm planning to stain the fence brown to match the birdhouse pedestals." Juliana said very firmly, ' No, you mustn't! You know that's not the right color! You already know exactly what color you have to paint it!" She was right, I already knew and had been wanting to go bold and bright. It helps me understand why I hadn't started this project already. I knew in my heart that brown, even a rich brown, was absolutely not what I wanted. Oh sweet irony! I spend my days working with people to help them know themselves and I almost didn't listen to my inner voice. Thank you Juliana!
So, today I started staining the fence the same rich purple that you'll see on the Adirondack chairs. The same rich color that you see in the flowers The same rich color that echos throughout the garden. The same rich, saturated color that makes me laugh out loud!