Each spring, I plant flowers in the hopes they’ll winter over to the following year. Some do, but always there are more flowers to try and big hopes the new ones will survive. Last year during the covid crisis, my husband and I created a new flower bed we can see out our kitchen window. I absolutely love it. We enjoyed it throughout the summer and fall. Mammoth sunflowers along the back, wildflowers in the middle, and other blooms throughout, made it a beautiful sight.
The work we put into it paid off last year, yet this spring, some flowers didn’t come up. The planting season is filled with hopes for the future. Sometimes the plants thrive, but some don’t. It never occurs to me to give up. (Well, most of the time.) I know the odds are in my favor if I keep planting.
The planting season for my writing career is happening now. I join groups, watch how-to videos on YouTube, go to online conferences, host a writing group, and enter contests. Then I write, and I write. I know the odds are in my favor if I keep working toward my goal. Today I write in the hopes of beautiful things to come.