Where oh where has my creativity gone? I have no idea, but it has definitely flown the coop for the moment. I know it will come back, but it always surprises me when the well just dries up, out of the blue. I suppose it's not out of the blue really. I have been really sick ever since I got back. Just can't shake it, and it's exhausting me. I know one thing that is anti-creativity for me is being worn out. It's rare for me to not want to create, usually I'm having to rein in my desire to work on something as I go through my other parts of life, but this weekend I had some free time and tried to create - nothing would come. What did was forced, unfinished, lacking inspiration. I miss my creative drive when it is gone. I used to worry it would never come back, but have experienced it enough to know now that it will. So today, I tried to cajole my creativity into coming out to play, and get some other things done that I have been putting off. I went to the local nursery and bought some much needed plants for the pots out front. As I write this, I realize that much of the country is still under snow. Sometimes I envy the big changes of seasons in other parts of the world than mine, but every now and then I remember to appreciate the good in what I do have; the good in small seasonal changes is that flowers are available much of the year. 
I finally planted the French drain (I think that's what it was-anything French, even a drain, has charm to me) that I bought at a flea market. (If you want to see the most fabulous French finds, go see what the incredible Corey shows of her life in her beautiful blog) I have always loved these, and finally broke down and bought one. It's not the most fabulous one, so many have details and designs on them and many don't have such an obvious drain at the bottom. I brought it home and hung it on the wall next to the garage. My husband says it looks like a urinal. Ew. Gross. That took a bit of it's charm away for me, but I think once the Bacopia has grown down it will help fight that. Just around the corner from this wall we have a faucet hidden behind some boxwood plants. The kids use this to wash their hands and fill water balloons etc. The little one across the street came up with the idea that I should hang a soap dish there, which I think is brilliant and I will do as soon as I can find a nice old one. Her Mom, (who had previously been asked if she too thought it looked like restroom material and sided with me on the no) promptly replied; "perfect, than everyone can wash their hands after using the urinal". Ha ha, very funny. Care to add your two cents? For those of you liking more traditional planters, I also planted an urn out front.
