A Blustery Writing Date 16/3

After sixteen days of rain the sun came out and I decided to take my writing to the park.

On the walk over I worried I had put on too many clothes, but once I stopped the brisk wind caught up with me. I wondered how long I would last. I had brought along a cushion with a plastic bag on it, a notebook and a pen and coffee.

I sat for a few minutes smelling the spring blossoms opening on the trees and watching the wind dimple the deep-blue water. A lone Mallard duck swam in  the estuary.

IMG_20160316_101952The grating sound of a weed-eater caught my attention. A gardener trimming the edge of the walkway worked thirty meters to my right and was heading my way. My heart sank and I took a long swig of coffee.

IMG_20160316_102144Walkers chatting amiably filled the walkway behind me, enjoying the change of weather. A few children skipped along with their parents.  It was spring break. I wondered where all the other children were? A sea gull screeched over head as it swooped down for a landing in the clearing.

As the weed-eater lady  approached, I packed up. Irritated about being disturbed,  I hobbled off to find another bench, but as I passed her, we recognized one another and chatted. I love that about small towns. My grumpiness dissipated in the warmth of friendship.

The second bench was warmer, but didn’t have a direct water view.I wrote for thirty minutes and stopped only because my fingers became numb from the cold. I returned home for my second cup of coffee.

My quote for inspiration today comes from William Wordsworth (courtesy of Brainy Quote):

Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.

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I hope you find a piece of tranquility today. I found mine with in the salty, ocean breeze.


Author: Jo-Ann Carson

About Jo-Ann Carson Where magic happens … Reports of Jo-Ann Carson’s death on a Gulf Island are greatly exaggerated or, at the very least, premature. The eclectic crew of ghosts that haunt her head spill onto the page in two series: The Gambling Ghosts and The Ghost & Abby Mysteries. A Viking with existential issues, a broken hearted Highlander, a Casanova man-witch and a Pirate with a secret are just a few of the males her strong heroines encounter in tales of fantasy, adventure and romance. A firm believer in the magic of our everyday lives, Jo-Ann loves watching sunrises, walking beaches near her home in the Pacific Northwest and reading by the fire. You can visit her on social media: Website * Blog * Twitter * Facebook

4 thoughts on “A Blustery Writing Date 16/3”

    1. Hi Gina
      A whole thermos is a good idea. One cup wasn’t enough:) But the sunlight was wonderful.
      I hope you are enjoying spring.
      Thanks so much for taking the time to visit me here and leave a comment.


  1. I loved your description of writing by the sea, numb fingers and all. It is chilly but isn’t the sunshine divine? My Camellia bush is opening perfect pale pink blossoms daily. I’ve counted almost a hundred so far.

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    1. Hi Helena,
      It was a stunning day. Your camellia bush sounds beautiful. That’s a lot of blossoms. We’re so lucky to live in paradise. Thanks for stopping by and chatting.
      Best Wishes


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