RE: No Fuzzy Peaches At All, a freewrite poem

(forgive all the commas, I am reading Henry James)

Oh, I love that!
And plucking the lone peach before it dashes its brains out on the stone wall below--
Reminds me of the challenge of picking the cantaloupe before the bugs declare it ripe, in the night (always), and feast on it before you can sample a single bite.

I've been out of commission (what else is new) - after surgery on Monday, I'm still woozy five days later, with only two Tramodol left, and here I thought I'd get away with no narcotics at all. Ha.
You, not freewriting.
What is blocking your creativity?
Buying a second house, maintaining two homes?
The coursework, the studies, to practice homeopathy?

Freewriting: just write ANYTHING. Nonstop. Keep the pen and paper in contact with each other. Keep words flowing, no matter now nonsensical the words may be.

Says the woman who never takes her own advice.

We need your haikus and poems and photo updates of the garden!