If you could peek inside my brain, this is what it would look like...
I feel as dry as our pond. Seeds of thought sprout in my brain, but there's nary a cloud of creativity in sight to nourish them. They're just withering away.
Time. That's what I need a bit more of right now. Free time to help those thoughts grow into big, beautiful finished products.
I know the rain will eventually fall and fill our pond to overflowing once again, so I believe Time will soon return to help me clean off my crowded backburners and get things cooking.
(Wait, how did I get from weather and nature metaphors to cooking? See what I mean? Completely dried up!)
I just hope that, despite the drought and unreliable creativity clouds and crowded backburners and mixed metaphors, I'm on the verge of blossoming, just like my crape myrtles.
But then I'll probably complain about being broke.
Happy Wednesday, anyway!