Literally and figuratively, I am home again.
Thank you all for your love during my grieving time.
I have been going through a lot of personal upheaval and Luna's death sort of put me over the edge.
For a bit.
I am nothing if not a survivor though so, here I am, back and a little better.
Still sad, but seeing the light at the end of the tunnel.
And so it goes, this lovely life.
I do really, really love life so much even when it is hard and messy.
Bittersweet and beautiful.
That's my next blog name: Bittersweet Farm
The Year That My Ass Grew Faster Than My Brain.
So, um, camping.
Pedernales State Park - a jewel of a spot in every way.
But now, as you might imagine, my entire house is covered with sandy, wet clothes and half-emptied ice chests and filthy dishes, etc., etc., etc..
Today is cleaning day.
Boo because it tis a monumental task to uncamp and Yea because it is a wonderful thing to get all this shit done and off my floor.
I wanna get out in my garden and look at everything!
I saw some baby tomatoes in the dusk last night along with some new basil, teeeeeeny watermelon, strawberries, baby figs and a dead pond pump.
I hope you're doing well ... are you?
We're having another cool, gray spell which just rocks my world.
Cool. In April. In Austin!
"End Times," y'all. (Or whatever they call it.)
I call it Spring Like it Oughta Be, Dammit.
I'm all about titles today, aren't I?