My writing friends thought my ever changing piece that started as scraps--> article --> picture book is working! It was SO nice to meet on a picnic table out by the pond in town. We gazed in wonder as a blue heron flapped its wings over the water.I thought these photos of a bee and rhododendron worked perfectly after getting stung--more like punched in the gut with the wind knocked out of me. Not all rejections from editors feel that way, but this one did. It is a fine time to hop in a car and go hike a mountain or twenty. When I come back, The Revisions will be waiting for me and hopefully, absence will make the heart grow fonder.


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