Backyard visits

Morning darklings,

I’ve been going out into the garden every day. Most mornings, I take a stroll to smell the lavender with a tea steaming my glasses. In the afternoons, I have the hubs show me new growth while I drink a lunch blendie. And many evenings, I meander there to watch the solar lights illuminate the moon garden, let the wind kick up the jasmine in the air.

Oh, how I’m enjoying watching things come alive.

Even as the heat rises, I have options. With our new outdoor umbrella we got for stupidly cheap, I can do it even when the sun is brutal. I won’t have to worry about my sickly Victorian skin getting burned. And we have a front, extremely shaded mini-yard, tucked under trees. It gets cross-breezes when the backyard doesn’t and has, thus far, been cool enough to retreat to no matter the day.

And oh how I need this kind of lovely right now. The times, they are stressful and sad and unbelievable and unbearable and exhausting and frustrating, but there is so much beauty in the Little things, in the pea pod growing under a white flower, brown turning to green, the chirps of birds, seeing the neighbors’ gardens bloom with different fruits and vegetables. I think I can be okay.

I think we all can be.

questions of the week

1. What’s one thing that always annoys you?

2. What’s one thing that consistently makes you smile?

3. What’s one thing that always makes you cry?

my answers of the week

1. Being asked a question that I’ve already answered in a well-crafted, long email. A lot of joint energy and pain goes into typing, so that one makes my eye twitch.

2. Rainbows—real ones, fractals, ones made by batteries and a mirror, doesn’t matter. There is just such joy held in seeing the entire spectrum of color at once.

3. Getting in touch with the universe. Truly, I will cry no matter whether it’s good or bad or indifferent. She moves me.

Until next time.