Drops of Inspira

Hello, I know this is highly irregular for me to be posting for a third time this month, but a lot has happened in the world as I'm sure you all know. I don't think there is one person who isn't affected by the virus that has circled the world.  I'm not sure how long it will last, but I know everything has an end and this can't last forever.  I don't understand what is going on, why people are acting the way they are, other than that they're scared. I get it. I'm scared too. About a month ago, one of my uncles died suddenly.  My dad got a phone call that he was in the hospital and was passing quickly. He died within hours. I'll admit that I didn't know how to process it. Until then, we had assumed he was fine. We didn't even know he was sick.  I was at work when I found out and tried to keep it together, but the tears came. I left work and came home with a heavy heart. The following day, I had another shift at work. I don&

Spring seems to bring out the contemplative mood in me. Not entirely sure why. Maybe it's the plethora of rain and cloudy days, (Rainy/cloudy weather is my thinking/creative weather and I love it!), or the tiny baby animals or the flowers pushing their way up through damp soil.  Spring is a special time. Today is the Ides of March. You know, the day on which Julius Caesar is reported to have been stabbed to death? Yeah, that day. And no. I'm not writing a poem based on this event, although that would be interesting. No. The topic of the month is spring.  Spring is the time of growing things. It's the time that the manzanita tree buds and the birds sing and daffodils make their appearance. You are more than welcome to use the above prompt do your own creative thing.  Here is my response: Hurray for daffodils! My favorite spring flower, the herald of the season! Have an absolutely fantastic day! Until next time... -Arysta Henry/ Ju

Happy March 3rd!  I was just talking with someone on Twitter about different ways we told time when we were younger.  As a kid, I knew it was Spring when the daffodils came out. Daffodils also meant that it was March and that my dad's birthday wasn't far away. Some daffodils outside my place of work. Aren't they cheerful? Now, I add the sights of blue-eyed grasses, baby animals, lots of green grasses and areas that look like places where fairies might walk. Perks of living in the country. Summer meant that the community pool opened, the 4th of July Parade, watermelon, high temperatures, popsicles, sun-showers, fun running through sprinklers, Summer Library Reading Contest, weird red-days in the evening, no school and the grass gets brown. Fall meant the scent of apple pie floating down main street, high winds, the changing of leaves, the community pool closes, back to school, cool weather and Thanksgiving family get-togethers. Winter promised snow, but n