There were however, periods when the storms stopped. These dry spells contained high expectations. During one dry spell, I went out to work in the garden. There were puddles of standing water, no gardening occurred, but I did wonder about the corn on the Morrow farm. During another dry spell, I contemplated a bike ride. Just about that time, the rain started again. During another dry spell I went for a brisk walk that turned into an all out run when the hail started. So, while I had high expectations during some of these dry spells they never did materialized.
I am going through a dry spell with my writing. For whatever reason, I am having a hard time writing. It doesn’t matter if it’s my journals, my blog site, working on the scrapbooks, or even a historical project I am working on. Words are not flowing easy right now. But, I have high expectation just the opposite of this weekend. My expectations are that when this dry spell ends I will be saturated with great stories and ideas.