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Spring–it does a creative mind good


Well, Spring, it’s about damn time. FINALLY. The trees are green, the grass is green, the weeds are green. And we’ve had enough rain that the grass needs to be mowed already. Because I know you don’t have enough fun spring flower pictures to look at, here’s more from my yard.


Siberian squill



I love the little blue flowers. They’re called Siberian squill, and apparently they’re quite invasive. Hmm. Not so far at our place. Besides, I’d rather see these spread than creeping Charlie. Or burdock. Or ragweed. Or quackgrass. Or stinging nettle. Or …

And surprise! The rhubarb divisions we got from my sister-in-law are growing.



Anyway. I cleaned out the asparagus patch last weekend, and to my delight, I’ve got spears coming up. Not to brag or anything (okay, maybe brag a little), check it out:



This is only a small area of the patch; I picked enough for a meal. If you like asparagus, but have only ever had the supermarket stuff, you are so missing out! Try to find some at a farmer’s market.

I’ve got raspberries in the same “raised bed”, and of course those are invading the asparagus. This is the time of year they come back with a vengeance despite having been mowed down by rabbits over the winter. They’re spreading outside the raised bed area, into the asparagus patch, into the old chicken pen (which was beside the raised bed area).



Ugh. I love having raspberries, but we’d move them if we had a good spot to put them. So, my weeding of the asparagus patch consisted mostly of pulling/digging out raspberry sprouts. Oh, and quackgrass and burdock, because why not?

On the gardening front, my hubs would have tilled the garden once by now (I think) except one of the tires on the tractor went flat. Like, “huge crack in the sidewall now a hole” went flat. And the local Tires Plus doesn’t carry big tractor tires. Hmm. Go figure. So, he’s been searching for tires that will fit. Until he finds some that will work (or I convince him he could actually use the other tractor to run the tiller if we have to get the garden tilled), I don’t have to worry about spending valuable writing time digging in the dirt.

Speaking of, OMG, we’ll be halfway through May next week. And I’m not halfway through my edits yet. And this weekend will be writing-free since it’s a) my dad’s big 7-0, and b) a pre-move-in/move-out party for the town house he’s renting. It’ll be the first stage of moving out and selling the house I grew up in.


*deep breath*

Even though he won’t completely move out until July, I think I’ve already started grieving. Me and my four siblings grew up there. It’s a big house for one person; I know. I’ve been there alone. My mom … the house holds so many memories of my mom. Dad’s moving to a different city, so once he sells the house, I’ll have to make a special trip to visit Mom’s grave.

It happens. It happened when my grandmother sold the house my dad and his siblings grew up in. She’d been alone in that house for, wow, it’s been almost 25 years since my grandfather died. It’s better for one person to not have to take care of a big house like that, especially when they get older. I get it.

Still. So many memories.

So, this weekend I’m going to Dad’s to help birthday and move some big stuff. Next week I’ll be heading back for a mini-writing retreat since Dad will be on his vacation. Need to get moving on my edits; it feels like the universe is working against me. So much unexpected stuff the past couple months stealing my writing time. Maybe it’s the universe’s way of reminding me this writing stuff is work, and don’t forget it 😀 Or it’s the universe’s way of telling me to get my shit together (or is it my Muse telling me?)

Enjoy the spring weekend! To the mothers in the US, Happy Mother’s Day!


Author: Julie Holmes, author

A fiction writer since elementary school (many years ago), and NaNoWriMo annual participant for a decade, I have been published in small press magazines such as "Fighting Chance" and "The Galactic Citizen". I write adult mystery with a touch of romance, mystery with extrasensory elements, contemporary fantasy, and epic fantasy, and I'm represented by the fabulous Cynthia Zigmund of Second City Publishing Services. My debut novel, "Murder in Plane Sight", has been released by Camel Press (an imprint of Coffeetown Press/Epicenter Press). In real life, I am a technical writer and empty-nester with a wonderful hubby, one cat (what writer doesn't have cats??), two dogs, seven chickens, and more chipmunks, squirrels, and rabbits than any garden should have to deal with. My garden, our hobby farm, and Nature's annual seasons are some of my muses.

20 thoughts on “Spring–it does a creative mind good

  1. Isn’t it great to have grass long enough to mow? We (my husband) have mowed ours twice already. I feel for you regarding your childhood home. My parents were both living when they moved from the house/farm I grew up on. I still have dreams about living there and it was tough to let it go. Then we had to go through it again when we sold the house they lived in the last years of their life – more memories and pulled heartstrings. I took photos of both homes while they were ‘normal’ and intact. I go back and look at them when I need to ‘visit’ in these special places. Hugs.

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    • I went through my dad’s house and took pictures as well, but my sister-in-law had already gone through and taken down all the personal pictures etc to “stage” the house. Luckily I think my sister took pictures as well when she was there during Easter (when I was in Dallas at my niece’s wedding). It looks so empty. Sigh. I did, however, learn some of the history behind an old dresser that had been in one of the bedrooms–it came from Germany with my grandmother’s grandparents. Wow! So, as the oldest (and the only one who was interested, not that I have a good place for it), I got it. Now, just to figure out a good spot for it 🙂

      Have a great weekend, Molly!

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      • I hope your sister got pictures before the house was staged, Julie. And it is nice to have a family heirloom with so much history. I am sitting in my living room that is full of meaningful items from my parent’s home – the bookcase my grandfather made, my grandmother’s rocking chair, a painting of my parent’s farm. It is comforting.

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  2. Oh, big changes in store for you. And I’m not surprised there are mixed feelings (all those memories!). I hope it all goes well. And thanks for those lovely ‘photos. There’s just something about that gorgeous spring green as the plants come up, isn’t there?

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    • Isn’t that the truth! As I was driving to my dad’s and back, I had to admire the burgeoning green, so incredibly bold against the grays and browns of winterkill. And I saw some houses with lots of tulips and narcissus now blooming. Love the bright colors!

      Have a great weekend, Margot!

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  3. Its all green here, too. Need to get mowing, but started weeding. My asparagus is poking through as well. Maybe we will get it eat some this year. I am always hopeful:) my chard came up its own so thats a start. It is hard when the family house sells I know. Hope you get done editing done. Have a great week.

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  4. I’m so jealous by how well stuff grows in your garden! Our raspberries barely hang on to life, and yours are growing like weeds! Love all the pics (despite the obvious lack of cat pics).

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    • LOL! Yes, weeds! I went out to pick more asaparagus for lunch, and stuck around to pull even more quackgrass and rogue raspberries out of the asparagus patch.

      Better watch what you wish for regarding cat pics… 😀 You never know what I might come up with—mhwahahahaha!

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      • Somehow I think I’ll be able to handle it. When I was woken up this morning, it was out of a dream where I was petting a purring cat on my lap. Yes, I may have a problem. We’re still not sure we want to get one, believe it or not, after all this. I kind of want to start with the chickens first now that we have the coop, and work my way up from there. One new animal at a time.

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      • What? You’re getting chickens? Great! But that doesn’t mean you can’t get a kitten or three. Seriously. Kittens are waaay more cuddly than chickens. And cats poop in a designated area, not wherever they feel like it. And your dream … c’mon, it’s an omen. The universe is telling you you need a cat 😺


      • THREE cats? Good grief, woman! 😉 One thing at a time! The coop is set up but my husband wants to build a chicken yard b/c the coop turned out to be tiny. We’ll see what happens…

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  5. I’m so jealous of those asparagus spears. I love asparagus, but since I’ve only had the (fresh) variety in the supermarket, you have me wondering what I’m missing.

    I remember when my mother sold the family home. It was hard after so many years there. Had my father lived, he would have been 96 this past Friday. My mother would have been 95 on May 1st. Lots of memories in May. And I’m juggling edits too, so I can relate to what you’re going through.

    Here’s wishing you the best all the way around. Happy writing, happy family and happy May!

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    • LOL! I picked a second round of asparagus for lunch yesterday–yum! We’ve noticed the store stuff (because what else do you eat when your own asparagus hasn’t come up yet or is finished?) doesn’t have the taste. Ours is sweeter (I know, weird, right?) and more tender. Then again, it is younger (fat stalks are from younger plants, skinny stalks are from older plants). I suppose it’s like anything, veggies out of the garden always taste better, right? 😀

      Yep, lots of memories. And grieving, both for the upcoming loss of the family home and for my mom. I’ll be heading there this weekend and next for mini-writing retreats since Dad’ll be on his cruise. I’ll probably take some time to sit and soak in the vibes before they’re gone.

      Have a great writing week, Mae!

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  6. Julie, I’m so happy that you’ve finally got Spring and lush green is good!! Your asparagus is a mini wood and looks delicious … I buy some at a farm during this time of year and after that one is spoilt … the supermarket asparagus will never be acceptable again! Oh no, so your Dad’s place is being sold? ! From your vivid descriptions I feel I’ve been there and understand this must be tough on you! Lots of deep breaths, saying goodbye to every room, holding the memories tight to yourself. Take care and good luck with those edits … I hear you about time flying away with you … happy editing and gardening! ❤️🌺🌻

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    • Yes! I picked more asparagus yesterday for lunch. YUM! I’ll be heading to Dad’s place this weekend and next for mini-writing retreats, since he’ll be out of town. I’ll get time with the house–more importantly, the memories held there–and I’ll visit Mom’s grave. My sister took photographs, I think, before my sister-in-law took all the pictures down to “stage” the house.

      Here’s to getting my edits done before I have to plant the garden! 😀

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  7. I’m so glad it’s finally spring in your neck of the woods. The asparagus look great. Enjoy yourself at your dad’s despite the sadness of knowing that the old homestead will be leaving the family. I’m always amazed how connected our sense of belonging is to a “place.” The home and land hold our memories in the wood and soil. ❤

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    • The asparagus was delish! Unfortunately, when it gets so warm so fast, the asparagus season is shorter than usual. You’re right, the land and home hold our memories. I think it’s because we are grounded there, where we called “home” for so many of our formative years. Once Mom was gone, there wasn’t quite the draw, but it’s still the childhood home. Life moves on, though, but our memories stay with us ❤

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  8. Can never have too many pictures of spring flowers!

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