I’ve been remiss in my blogging. In considering the reason for this, I’ve come to the conclusion that it is NOT because I’ve had nothing to say. Quite the opposite. There’s TOO MUCH to say. Family stuff, community stuff, and global stuff bombard me and I struggle to keep up. I’m sure I’m not the only one feeling this way.
Life is messy — like the spent sunflower seeds in this photo. Everyone’s “mess” is a bit different. My mother, who is declining into dementia, has been the greatest focus of my time and energy for the last few years. My own involvement in social activities, like church and chorus, has taken a turn during the pandemic and I’m reassessing my priorities and assessing my own needs. Too many details to mention or even fully grasp are whirling inside my brain. Messy.
Some days, all I can do is focus on the simple things — the things that bring a sense of momentary peace and beauty — like the crocuses in this photo. Today, my “crocus” will be venturing outside in the retreating drizzle to start turning over the dirt in my garden beds. That’s all. The mess of life will still be here when I’m done, but that’s okay. Maybe it’ll feel a little less daunting. I encourage you to do the same if you’re feeling overwhelmed. Give yourself permission to focus on the crocuses. And have a blessed day. 🙂
Today, I’m grateful for the variety of black-eyed susans still blooming in my garden.
Many flowers have gone by already and temperatures are threatening to dip into the thirties soon. So, I’m enjoying these while I can. A friend gave me some black-eyed susans from her garden many years ago. I haven’t planted any of them since then. They just pop up all over my front gardens every spring. It’s like they feel right at home here. 🙂
I bought them for myself. Grocery shopping is not a pleasant task for me, made more uncomfortable by the Covid-19 pandemic. Feeling like I needed a pick-me-up the other day, I chose a deep red bouquet just for me. Sometimes, that’s all it takes. 🙂
Today, I’m grateful for a quiet Labor Day weekend.
In a normal year, this weekend would be busy with cookouts and get-togethers. Even if we weren’t hosting a party ourselves, there’d be neighborhood gatherings with lots of cars parked along the streets and lots of people coming and going. Instead, the summer is leaving the same way it arrived—in the midst of a pandemic. And life is quieter, in general.
Today, I’m grateful for neighbors stopping to admire our hibiscus flowers.
At first glance out my window, my grumpier self thought that the dog-walking neighbors were letting their dogs use my corner bush as a dumping ground. Then, I realized they were photographing the hibiscus flowers. What a happy thing to have something that brings joy to passers-by! And a few minutes later, I saw another neighborhood family doing the same thing. 🙂
For the last few years, I’ve bought zinnia seedlings from The Herb Farmacy in Salisbury, MA. There are so many fun, colorful varieties. I keep meaning to grow them from seed myself, but each year I seem to forget, until it’s too late. So, I’m thankful to have any at all to brighten up my garden.
Today, I’m grateful for the hibiscus blooming at the front corner of our yard.
Almost every year, like clockwork, it blooms on the first day of August. The lunch-plate sized flowers open their pink and white faces to the sun and last a few days each. As the first flowers droop, more open, making a spectacle for passers-by for at least the rest of the month.
Nasturtium foliage is full and fun. I almost forget sometimes that flowers will eventually bloom out of it. The variety of small red, orange, and yellow blossoms are a joy to see peeking out between my squash and tomato plants. 🙂