Meanwhile, though, I've had post drafts full of photographs to write up, and I'm going to send those out into the world as I had originally planned with the hope that you might enjoy them. We've been sorting a few bigger things that I'm not able to write much about here but that are getting in the way, rather, of my urge to write about much else. Very bad news about an old friend balanced with some exciting and happy news that will, however, change our family dynamics considerably. Retirement rushing ever closer, insisting as it does that we should make some concrete plans for the next year. Insisting loudly, in an argument with inner voices that suggest perhaps staying put and taking stock might also be valuable. Wonderful to have choices. But sometimes confounding. . .
Luckily, the garden is very distracting these days and a gentle but firm reminder of the wisdom of trust, of cycles, of acknowledging ups and downs, of the way change and continuity are merely two sides of the same coin, and that so often the hope that we can't see is growing beneath the surface even as all might look tired or difficult.
So we move forward, wondering, secretly, how much more life can toss at us, how well we'll be able to weather it all, aware that some of it (there will be, inevitably, more and more and more news of old friends laid low, felled) requires strength beyond our youth's imaginings. Better keep looking for the restorative moments, then. Better keep tracking the beauty, the kindness, the sheer fun (little girl cousins giggling together, 6, 3, 6 months -- perhaps I'll tell you more later. . . )
Today, a new week. Dig in. Make the most of it, shall we? And I do hope you're patient with the garden photos. . . .I do hope someday there might be more substantive writing here.