My deepest sympathies to the victims of hurricane Harvey. The devastation is horrific. The best way I know of to help is by giving a contribution to an organization such as the Red Cross. They are set up to get in fast with the essentials the victims need. Every little bit helps.
School is off to a great start. The jangled nerves are calmed and once again, a routine settles in for families after the annual ‘first-day’ ritual of the parent’s happy dance or tears or both. For the grandparents, it’s a different kind of feeling. I can go hiking or biking in the middle of the week and run into a much smaller crowd, which is nice. Shopping is less crowded and noisy. But something is missing.
I am in a transition period, an odd sort of place. I jump between perfecting the finished work and really delving into the next book. The synopsis is done, queries are going out, the kids are moved in (still unpacking and painting, but hey – all in good time), and autumn looms. Soon, too soon, winter will return. Wow. What thoughts this morning.
Decades ago, I had a huge yard, really huge with several flower gardens, a large vegetable garden, and an orchard. With a business and three kids, I could never get all of the weeds pulled. By the time I got around to the last bed, the first one was rampant with weeds again. It was not satisfying at all. I learned a lesson from all of that. One small flower bed, kept immaculate and pretty, is far more satisfying that a dozen unkempt ones. Keep it simple stupid. Boy does that fit me. Now, in this small yard, I can actually go days without having to do any yard work. It feels kind of weird, but I’m sure I’ll get over that.
I long for the country. First time in over a decade that I have felt that way, but my country roots are playing my song. Any readers who have followed me through my last move, know what a difficult time I had, so rest assured, I don’t take the thought of moving again lightly. I will have to ponder this for some time.
and so it goes…