I haven't posted in a loonnnnggggg time.
Life has rolled along. Not tranquilly, exactly, but in a blur, like the landscape passing by through a train window. Moments of joy, boredom, anxiety, contentedness, sadness, all rolling past so quickly that I haven't really registered much of it. I suppose I'll have to reckon with it at some point.
This is why I'm thankful for my garden. It's the work that makes me slow down, be present, meditate on the slow progress of a young tree putting out a new branch with a few small leaves, or the sudden burst of weeds after a thorough rainfall.
I planted a lot of new things in October, once the rains returned after the brutal heat and and drought of the summer. It was a relief to see the rebirth of life in the garden as the fall asters and gregg's mistflower and the white mistflower all bloomed and attracted buzzy pollinators. I did not notice as many butterflies this year, however. A handful of monarchs, and almost no queens.
That's it. What new story is nature weaving for us, amidst climate change and human turmoil?