I know that this is a lame excuse, but summer is here and I would rather be doing something than writing about it. Granted, after waking up at 4:00 AM and working all day, the something sometimes degenerates into a nap.
Garden is growing slow this year. Our weather has been cool and funky. The tomatoes are green and still throwing flowers, the potatoes are happy and cruising along nicely. Corn and beans were eaten by something. I am seriously thinking about an anti-squirrel campaign with two boys and a BB gun.
So, when the weather starts going into fall, I will be more aware of writing, and if the muse takes me, you will get stuff when I put it out. I think that leading a life is vastly more important that writing about it.