These are the tags specifically used for the posts on the evolution of love : writing by numbers, the evolution of a character, the evolution of a story
Notes on Spring
It is, of course April, and my garden is flourishing with new growth, and because I am using
Spring in parallel to the inception of attraction and love, it is
important to ‘feel’ Spring. So, I have to make notes on how Spring affects me and pay attention to the tiny details that are happening now, details that I will not remember later if I never notice them now. Of course, understanding how to encapsulate love in a few short paragraphs is my paramount aim. Ultimately, it will go into my toolbox of tricks or more than likely stored in the spice rack of feelings and emotions, and gently placed on the shelf under the sign that says 'Fragile - Handle with care'. The frisson of new romantic attraction, I think, is difficult to show without following a well-trodden path of cliches. I have recently understood why writers might say that 'tears pricked his/her eyes'; their eyes are stinging! Maybe I am not sensitive enough to have got the meaning years ago; it just means, to me, that tears are forming; or maybe the effect of a cliche wears off. If I want to invent a character, it would definitely say, 'We need some new cliches.' For some reason, I want to include the feeling of being stung by a stinging nettle that has worn off so much that it is barely detectable as a feeling of excited attraction.
It is Easter, and as usual, people
are hopeful of a bright, warm, sunny Summer with long evenings
outside with friends. But that whimsical notion is played out in
Summertime, and to avoid repetition (if I use it) I cannot mention long, warm Summers in the Spring section of my hypo-story (opposite to hyper). I should focus on the emergence of the people from their warm
homes. It is a time of hope, of tentative dreams, of seeing plans
begin to take shape, even a time of spending less time making plans,
holidays are booked and hope and a tiny amount of excitement take
root in many people. Whereas in Autumn there is a run-down of
activities that runs into a Winter torpidity, Spring is an energetic
season; joggers jog because it is just less punishing on the mind; when blue skies are above and their faces and especially the bridge of the nose, don't hurt from the cold air.
I recognise the seedlings of self-seeded flower plants, such as Calendula and
Wallflower. I should spend a good deal of time making notes on what
is taking place.
So, there is an assurance that things are going well and I can expect some colour in my front garden without too much effort.
Blinking in the
sunlight from too many days indoors; “Lovely weather!’; Nobody,
but nobody says ‘Happy Easter’ …except one; Lush green;
insects and bumble bees; vegetable seeds sprouting and the garden
still not tilled properly, plenty of work to do but the task has
its back broken by now; garden work seems to have more immediate
effect and some time can be taken to look at it with some
satisfaction; the hedge is trimmed straight enough; the neighbours
are more obvious; annoying power tools are used, such as leaf blowers
to ‘sweep up’ the hedge trimmings – use a broom, you lazy,
clumsy thinking, fools; anger and annoyance. Rubbed up the wrong way.
Cherry and apple blossom.
A Muntjac deer in my
back garden ate most of my strawberry plants a couple of months ago,
but there is one plant, in the front garden that has a lot of flowers
emerging, among other strawberry plants which are slower,. ‘Pay
attention to the watering this year’. A sad and significant loss in the back garden,
but some hope left in the front garden. Cuttings from the Euonymus
(Muntjac really enjoy eating this) did not take, before the deer was hungry in February (a frozen ground time), but that
could be because I applied tomato fertiliser to the cuttings when I shouldn’t have.
Writing by numbers without numbers 3 - Notes
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3 The Evolution of Love - Notes on Spring
These are the tags specifically used for the posts on the evolution of love :
writing by numbers, the evolution of a character, the evolution of a story
Notes on Spring
It is, of course April, and my garden is flourishing with new growth, and because I am using Spring in parallel to the inception of attraction and love, it is important to ‘feel’ Spring. So, I have to make notes on how Spring affects me and pay attention to the tiny details that are happening now, details that I will not remember later if I never notice them now. Of course, understanding how to encapsulate love in a few short paragraphs is my paramount aim. Ultimately, it will go into my toolbox of tricks or more than likely stored in the spice rack of feelings and emotions, and gently placed on the shelf under the sign that says 'Fragile - Handle with care'. The frisson of new romantic attraction, I think, is difficult to show without following a well-trodden path of cliches. I have recently understood why writers might say that 'tears pricked his/her eyes'; their eyes are stinging! Maybe I am not sensitive enough to have got the meaning years ago; it just means, to me, that tears are forming; or maybe the effect of a cliche wears off. If I want to invent a character, it would definitely say, 'We need some new cliches.' For some reason, I want to include the feeling of being stung by a stinging nettle that has worn off so much that it is barely detectable as a feeling of excited attraction.
It is Easter, and as usual, people are hopeful of a bright, warm, sunny Summer with long evenings outside with friends. But that whimsical notion is played out in Summertime, and to avoid repetition (if I use it) I cannot mention long, warm Summers in the Spring section of my hypo-story (opposite to hyper). I should focus on the emergence of the people from their warm homes. It is a time of hope, of tentative dreams, of seeing plans begin to take shape, even a time of spending less time making plans, holidays are booked and hope and a tiny amount of excitement take root in many people. Whereas in Autumn there is a run-down of activities that runs into a Winter torpidity, Spring is an energetic season; joggers jog because it is just less punishing on the mind; when blue skies are above and their faces and especially the bridge of the nose, don't hurt from the cold air.
I recognise the seedlings of self-seeded flower plants, such as Calendula and Wallflower. I should spend a good deal of time making notes on what is taking place. So, there is an assurance that things are going well and I can expect some colour in my front garden without too much effort.
Blinking in the sunlight from too many days indoors; “Lovely weather!’; Nobody, but nobody says ‘Happy Easter’ …except one; Lush green; insects and bumble bees; vegetable seeds sprouting and the garden still not tilled properly, plenty of work to do but the task has its back broken by now; garden work seems to have more immediate effect and some time can be taken to look at it with some satisfaction; the hedge is trimmed straight enough; the neighbours are more obvious; annoying power tools are used, such as leaf blowers to ‘sweep up’ the hedge trimmings – use a broom, you lazy, clumsy thinking, fools; anger and annoyance. Rubbed up the wrong way. Cherry and apple blossom.
A Muntjac deer in my back garden ate most of my strawberry plants a couple of months ago, but there is one plant, in the front garden that has a lot of flowers emerging, among other strawberry plants which are slower,. ‘Pay attention to the watering this year’. A sad and significant loss in the back garden, but some hope left in the front garden. Cuttings from the Euonymus (Muntjac really enjoy eating this) did not take, before the deer was hungry in February (a frozen ground time), but that could be because I applied tomato fertiliser to the cuttings when I shouldn’t have.