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| Easter came and went... |
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| My sister created some incredible patterns with a unique procedure. |
It has been hard getting over the long winter, over Longfellow, and all sorts of other issues. I dwell too much on the pointlessness of it all, and wallow too much. I came across this new term in the wellness field: self-compassion. Well, I am pretty sure I don't have any! I recently heard of the passing of an old high school friend. She was my age and had MS since 1997, and yet despite all that, she was able to remain cheerful, joyful even. How? I complain of my hip pain (osteoarthritis), but I can still walk. It is painful getting up, but I can still get up. What is it about me that cannot seem to focus on anything positive - the clock is ticking, and still I am incapable of any type of sustained happiness or contentment. Sometimes I pity those who have to live with me.
I even thought my desire for gardening had left me. But spring has come at last, all is fresh and green, and that spark is ignited once again. As Robert Frost said, "nature's first green is gold." I saw this greenhouse on ebay, shelves included (though 2 were actually missing - bummer) - and for now, I am able to lose myself where I love to be, where the cats love to be, and for a little while, I am away from myself - and that is always a good thing.
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| Hooray! Not the greenhouse of my dreams, but it will do! |
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| The elegant and regal visitor Butterscotch relaxes (if you look carefully, you'll spot another frequent visitor) |
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| Wee LV peeks through the tulips - her wide-eyed antics cheer us all up on a regular basis. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ RIP Patti - sorry I wasn't there. |
It looks like wee LV has settled in just fine! Your sister's eggs are gorgeous. I especially like the one on the bottom right that looks like outer space. That's a dandy little greenhouse. Thank goodness it is spring! It was a long, dreary, depressing winter. I hope your outlook continues to brighten as the summer rolls in. Sheri
ReplyDeleteSweetie, gratitude helps a lot when I'm feeling down. I find something to be grateful for. A list of somethings. Then, I start anticipating the joys and being thankful for everything. Loss is hard. It's loss. It isn't meant to be easy.
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