My area in Massachusetts is in full spring mode after a few recent days of gorgeous weather. The tulips I planted in late fall have burst with color, and it feels like my heart has more space to breathe. Unexpectedly, one of my family members has been hospitalized, so the garden has been a respite for me during a time of high worry.
I’m holding you close this week in thought. I just posted a bloom on notes. It was a bulb that was dormant for a year and a half. It made me think of you and our conversation about indoor blooms. If you can’t see it, we can figure out another way to share. I don’t love the noise of notes but I like that you can share pics.
Bravo! I love the finished product of a well-tended garden, but I am also lazy and forgetful, and my garden shows it. Lately I’ve been relying on hardy perennials, lots of flowering vines for the pollinators, and so forth. Keep up the good work!
I hope things are alright with your family member.
Funny enough, I said to my students this week that the “tortured artist” is a myth, that most creatives I know work better when they’re happy, or at least when things are going better. My separation and divorce almost 20 years ago stopped my writing career for a bit because I didn’t produce much. There’d been opportunities I pissed away because of depression and fear. Once I met my wife in 2007, after becoming a teaching assistant and getting a real income, I began to slowly write again, at least write things worthwhile. ECHOES ON THE POND was a result.
Anyway, sending love and wishing you (again) a happy anniversary.
I’m sorry to hear about your family. I’ll think of you in my garden this week. I concur on the garden being a refuge. In regards to garden versus house chores, you are not the only one. If it’s sunny, or mostly sunny, or only lightly raining, I always choose outside chores. My mail and laundry and dish pile are a problem but I pruned my blackberries and roses. 😂 speaking of hydrangeas, do you do anything with or to them this time of year? I started thinking as I was pruning the roses and berries, that perhaps other things in my garden should also be pruned. Happy Anniversary! Here’s to husbands who cook for us. I married one of those too and my palate is forever grateful, and I guess also my heart.
Spring, Life, and Change
Kristy,
I’m holding you close this week in thought. I just posted a bloom on notes. It was a bulb that was dormant for a year and a half. It made me think of you and our conversation about indoor blooms. If you can’t see it, we can figure out another way to share. I don’t love the noise of notes but I like that you can share pics.
Bravo! I love the finished product of a well-tended garden, but I am also lazy and forgetful, and my garden shows it. Lately I’ve been relying on hardy perennials, lots of flowering vines for the pollinators, and so forth. Keep up the good work!
I hope things are alright with your family member.
Funny enough, I said to my students this week that the “tortured artist” is a myth, that most creatives I know work better when they’re happy, or at least when things are going better. My separation and divorce almost 20 years ago stopped my writing career for a bit because I didn’t produce much. There’d been opportunities I pissed away because of depression and fear. Once I met my wife in 2007, after becoming a teaching assistant and getting a real income, I began to slowly write again, at least write things worthwhile. ECHOES ON THE POND was a result.
Anyway, sending love and wishing you (again) a happy anniversary.
Kristy,
I’m sorry to hear about your family. I’ll think of you in my garden this week. I concur on the garden being a refuge. In regards to garden versus house chores, you are not the only one. If it’s sunny, or mostly sunny, or only lightly raining, I always choose outside chores. My mail and laundry and dish pile are a problem but I pruned my blackberries and roses. 😂 speaking of hydrangeas, do you do anything with or to them this time of year? I started thinking as I was pruning the roses and berries, that perhaps other things in my garden should also be pruned. Happy Anniversary! Here’s to husbands who cook for us. I married one of those too and my palate is forever grateful, and I guess also my heart.