I opened my email at the same moment this notification popped into it and I smashed the open button so hard I broke it. I'm having so many similar ruminations. My garden is nothing this year. Last year's endless long covid battle, post-menopause malaise, heat exhaustion, shit air quality, general despair over ::waves around at everything:: all add up to me having no stamina. I'm focused on healing in an indoors way and it's fine but I miss the garden and every time I look at what a bloody overgrown mess it is and the woodchucks and rabbits that found their way under the fence I spent a month building and the deer that has made it her den to sleep every night, I just don't even know where to begin. So good to read your voice again. Miss you, friend. Life is weird and hard.
What a welcomed letter from a friend, this issue was, and per usual, you wrote to my heart. After losing a beloved pet this spring, I find myself much less interested in things I once thought important. Some of it, I am certain has to do with a little bit of stretching as I move into a different part of my life. Restless. Unsettled. Almost annoyed.
I opened my email at the same moment this notification popped into it and I smashed the open button so hard I broke it. I'm having so many similar ruminations. My garden is nothing this year. Last year's endless long covid battle, post-menopause malaise, heat exhaustion, shit air quality, general despair over ::waves around at everything:: all add up to me having no stamina. I'm focused on healing in an indoors way and it's fine but I miss the garden and every time I look at what a bloody overgrown mess it is and the woodchucks and rabbits that found their way under the fence I spent a month building and the deer that has made it her den to sleep every night, I just don't even know where to begin. So good to read your voice again. Miss you, friend. Life is weird and hard.
Yep, it's weird, it's hard, but I am eternally trying to push through. I surprise myself sometimes.
Should I come visit you?
What a welcomed letter from a friend, this issue was, and per usual, you wrote to my heart. After losing a beloved pet this spring, I find myself much less interested in things I once thought important. Some of it, I am certain has to do with a little bit of stretching as I move into a different part of my life. Restless. Unsettled. Almost annoyed.
Love. I was so sorry to read about Ted (very belatedly, ugh). I hope you're doing OK. Yes to restless, unsettled. Annoyed also in the mix. xo