Summer is in full swing and it is time to hit the road. We don’t want to lose our mojo while we are out and about exploring the world. Grab your writers notebook or pull out your laptop and join in this week for some fun opportunities to record your summer adventures.
Upon arriving at your destination take a few minutes to look at the trees and flowers that now surround you. Record them in your journal. One of the reasons this is a great exercise is to give an authentic feel to your writing, being able to describe the environment is critical. It is always a positive thing to get a feel for the places you visit by looking at and recording the environment.
My sample below:
Traveling from Phoenix to Northern AZ
Living in a desert leaves one parched for the color green. As we rose higher and higher I began to notice that the barren brown dusty ground sprouting with sage greens. Then as we rounded an incline it was an explosion of deep rich greens. The tall pines reached higher than any cactus I have ever seen. I have seen some pretty tall cactus! Upon arrival at our final destination, I felt a giddiness, at the sight of the shade. Real shade from real trees. Cactus don’t throw off too much shade. The air was moist and I saw beautiful small yellow flowers reaching up to find the sun I was fleeing from. They are daylilies I discovered. They are cheerful flowers with long grass-like leaves. Another sight these eyes often fail to see, grass. It’s everywhere here, abundant as dust in Phoenix. I can’t help but spend time examining the pine needles, how is it that those thin pointing bunches can provide such a cool retreat? I have seen barrel cactus with thicker spines, yet they hold nothing but a painful smart to the inquisitive toddler or pup. The green is deep and rich creating a soothing sight when mixed with the blue of the sky and fluffy white clouds. The bark of these pines appears like small rounded rectangles ready to part from the tree. Sap drips down some of them leaving a sweet sticky tar that is near impossible to remove. The beauty of these trees from the large to the sapling brings a quenching to my soul.