Sometimes you feel like a nut...

...sometimes you don't.
                          (From an old commercial)

Or, to be more specific, sometimes you can write, and sometimes you can't. I come to the well and prime the pump and write and write and write and yet sometimes, even often, cannot break out of the realm of trying this, trying that, running around in a maze that has no final destination, end up with three or four pages of disjointed phrases, images, dead ends. I get the part about having to write out all the junk before you stop thinking about it and flow. But there are times when the flow remains elusive.

But there is something I was thinking about when I went out into the front yard yesterday during an unseasonably warm afternoon (and they tell us to get used to this...while the east is getting buried under a fourth excessive snowstorm in less than a month).

The hyacinths bloom most brightly
where I know I never planted them.

This seems like something to keep in mind.