Carol's post started me thinking about the wonder of words - W.O.W.!
I liken writing to my efforts at gardening. Each year, some plants remain undisturbed. I can imagine them breathing a collective sigh of relief, secure in their alloted spot. For now. Other plants are uprooted and moved because I think they'll do or look better in their new location. After a few weeks, they seem happier in their new home.
When I write, my words often move about, as well. I must admit, this is much easier than those long-ago, Olivetti-typewriter-days-of-university-essays. That's when shifting a phrase usually meant tearing out the paper and cranking in a new sheet, to start afresh.
Blossoms can appear early in the season or not make an appearance until the summer begins to show signs of fading into the chillier days of autumn. Similar to writing, where showy sentences may scent the piece early-on or leave the reader reaching for that last bouquet of prose.
Sometimes, a pruning is necessary. Even then, those more tenacious members of the garden club pop up again and again. Editing and pruning. Pruning and editing.
Words, like so many plants in a garden, require attention and care, fertilizing, seeding and weeding. As time goes by, the garden grows and is shaped - much like the writing process, which also flourishes with attention, care, fertilizing, seeding and weeding.