When The Words Won't Come

I've many pictures to share with you, some I have been holding onto for more than a week. I've been trying to find words to match them, ways to write the stories that go with them but the words won't come. And then the worst thing that can happen when I am trying to write happened - I started to stress about the fact that I seem to have lost my blogging voice. Stress is, as we all know, counterproductive to any creative pursuit, and for me that includes writing. I have thoughts I want to share with you, little stories I wanted to write about but none of them seemed to fit together somehow, and none were significant enough to stand alone.
So here today are just some pictures, and a few simple words to go with them.

Words such as these baby chickens that have been escaping their pen almost daily for the past week. With a little reshuffling in the housing department, however, they are now secure and have not escaped for several days.

Around the house there are beautiful pink flowers, and buzzing bees to go with them. And farther along there are smiling sunflowers that I haven't snapped, and drooping ones too that have lived their short life cycle.

And there are sweet weaner lambs growing up, and green paddocks and the stillness of production that seems to come every February. There is nothing being born, nothing being bred and little happening in the garden. February is a still month for us, one usually of waiting and planning and this particular February seems to be one of repetition.


I'd love to know what your February is like. Is it similar every year? Perhaps something about it has changed this time around?
Are your thoughts jumbled or clear?

I hope the rest of your week is good,
Sarah x


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