My ugly garden grows many things, my mood among them. I’ve made a few mistakes, but the creative problem solving keeps me sharp.
A couple weeks ago I woke up very early in the morning and my eyes itched terribly. So I dug into them like I was scouring a frying pan.
It’s the tiny acts of domesticity that keep us together and tear us apart when we share a home for a long period of time.
Yesterday I was serious about doing a somersault. It was an early morning flight of fancy, but I really thought I would do it.
He’s on his knees, wet and muddy, spinning his whimsy, one of my favorite things about working outside together, the stories.
My problem is, I say what I think, but I also say what I don’t think. I can be thoughtless. That’s Loose Cannon Syndrome.
The tide is going nowhere, it flows both ways, and it will be back tomorrow. So, just stop with the striving and float.